Well, until
yesterday, we've spent most of our time recently shopping for
real estate and gifts and thinking about our pending
renovation...oh, that's when we're not lounging on our
inflatable rafts at the pool, anyway.
It's been just over
three weeks now that we've been in Puerto Vallarta and we're
just coming down off of the Semana Santa high... the spring
breakers and Mexican families have, for the most part, headed
back home, relinquishing PV back to us "locals" (ha). We
stayed away from the beach for two weeks, spending some time
almost every day at our pool, and eating out a couple of times
each day (if you count tacos from street carts as eating out).
It's amazing how fast the days can go by when you fall into a
pattern like this. Breaking up this routine has been
numerous shopping trips for assorted gifts and things, which has
caused Scott to gaze with jealousy upon the Mexican bricklayers,
wishing he could join them to escape the pain of looking at any
more crafts. (If only the water weren't purified here,
Scott muses, "I could've intentionally inflicted myself with the
'touristas'!")
We've also, as you
may have read from the last entry, been spending some time
shopping for real estate, which is much easier to handle.
We've met a few interesting people, but haven't really bonded
with any of the locals here (expats or Mexicans). Nice
enough people, but everyone here seems to do their own thing.
Scott has been busy in recent weeks with the Mexican contingent
of Michigan State fans down here, doing what we can to urge the
Spartans on to victory. The sports bar by our condo
("Steve's" - clearly owned by a Canadian, judging from the
amount of curling they seem to show on their satellite TVs) has
a healthy MSU fan base that has come out for the games, so
Scott's been hanging out with quite a few Michiganders and
former Michiganders as of late.
In between pool
visits and souvenir shopping, we've spent the rest of our time
discussing (i.e., obsessing over) remodeling plans for our new
condo and attempting to find some of the things we'll need for
said renovation. On Tuesday morning, we strolled over to
the condo for a meeting with an engineer (Mexico's version of a
general contractor) to discuss the balconies we are proposing to
build, kitchen remodel, etc. The meeting was conducted
entirely in Spanish, with the help only of the rough drawing we
brought with us - kudos to Scott for successfully getting the
point across (we hope)! After the meeting, we spent a very
hot, dusty afternoon shopping for potential tiles, plumbing
fixtures and exterior doors. Not as productive as we'd
hoped but it was a start...
Now that the crowds
are gone, we'll try to get out and see a few things more
interesting than our pool and the touristy souvenir shops.
Why, only yesterday we made it down to Mismaloya Bay (made
famous by Liz Taylor & Dick Burton in Night of the Iguana)
for some kayaking. After an uneventful hour or so on the
water, we headed back up to PV and decided to make our first
real foray out to a Mexican beach. We've walked down the
beach boardwalk (the "Malecon") a number of times, looking out
at the crowded beaches, and feeling sorry for those poor souls
who had journeyed thousands of miles only to be forced into
pre-set rows of chairs on the beach owned by whatever restaurant
or hotel they sit in front of. They seemed more like
pens... only with private umbrellas and thatched roof 'palapas',
no feel of freedom or impulsiveness that a trip to the beach has
always provoked for us.
Yesterday, after our
kayaking excursion, we decided out of laziness that we'd just
find some chairs and spend time at the beach PV gringo-style.
What we discovered, much to our surprise, is that THIS is the
way to do the beach! No hassle of hauling your own
furniture or bringing your own food and drinks. You've got
the shade of a large beach umbrella, already planted in the sand
for you. There's even a small table, and waiters
constantly willing to bring you beverages and food of your
choice! We've decided that it would make sense for us to
try out all of the beach chair setups along the waterfront so
that we can establish which ones are the best, and which ones
aren't worth coming back to. We sat in front of a
restaurant, so we didn't have to pay anything to use the chairs
(or the relatively clean and stocked restrooms located inside)
since we were ordering food and drink from them. Beers are
only 15 pesos ($1.35 USD) or less if you order more, making it
an economical way to enjoy your day at the beach. Another
great thing we learned is that one of the best spots on the
beach happens to be right in front of the new condo we bought
(what luck!), so we're sure to be trying out this activity in
future winters. And with this discovery, Caroline is much
more excited about owning a place in bustling Puerto Vallarta. |
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