Los Quatro Vientos
Travel Blogs from Puerto Vallarta
... do not know, Holland
America Line makes sure that the carpets on the elevators are changed
daily and it spells what day of the week it is. Last year, somebody
made a mistake of forgetting to change an elevator carpet on time.
I swear, it was like a sudden mass hysteria and confusion at a Wall
mart greeters convention.
It's funny how, as soon as we get on
board the ship, we forget a lot of things. Apart from the date, we
... extra fish as the other couple only had two fillets of the white fish. Dave had two Sol and Ann had a Mango Margarita which didn't have much mango in it. Lunch was good but not that flavourful.
On arrival back at our resort we went to our room to change and received a surprise.
At this point I must back up a bit. When we first arrived and were being courted by the lady from the travel club, she asked if we were celebrating anything. We told here that this trip ...
... the sand, but where I was walking it was WET and the waves had been going over that area over and over again so the odds of a bee living in that water is not good. Other than a nawing pain all day, I've had no other major symptoms.
Once we got back to the hotel, we thought lunch was finally in order. We went to a restaurant called Taco Break. A little trolly ride just outside of our resort area. I had Quesadillas and Theresa had tacos. They were ...
... the agents. Then we handed over our paperwork for the dog, which I had neatly collated within my binder that I always take with us on vacation, which holds everything we need for the trip, and the duplicates of out cards, and all other import paperwork. The inquisition started. Where's this, where is that. Turns out we did not have a letter from the Vet saying that Ford could with stand temperatures outside of the range of 45 to 85 degrees Fahrenheit, and furthermore a statement ...
... on the square with outdoor tables. Kristin and I drank Argentine Malbec; Deb and Dan, margaritas. We got louder, Kristin in particular. Her New York accent spilled from the table - hysterical. Live music poured down from a nearby balcony... it was time for dancing. Ridiculous conversations ensued, bouts of hilarity. Loads of smiling faces all around. Then we dropped Deb back at the hotel, and Kristin, Dan and I went to the Dragon Bar. ...