Villa Franchesca
Travel Blogs from Puerto Vallarta
Tere Mere Beach Mein.........
... Its one of the Beach where extensive surfing happens..
Hum sab surfing boards aur surfing class ke taraf chale gaye...Thodi der surfers ko dekha aur thodi der paani me utre crowd ko dekha... Fir decide kiya ke crowd was better ...hum sab paani me kood pade.....Paani me dher saare kanyayein nimn vastro me samandar ke lehre ka aanand le rahe the....
Buntiyon ka concentration bigad gaya.....Sachin to ek surfer se lift leke paani me kaafi door chala ...
Working in Paradise
Again, sorry for the delay here...I forgot to post this months ago!!
I was luck enough to go to Puerto Vallarta after my Dreamforce Conference in San Francisco in September 2012. I was in Mexico to meet the rest of the Lighthouse team (all the other people around the world in my company who do the job I do).
Flying in from San Francisco with a few others, we grabbed a taxi and headed to the hotel where we met the others as they flew in. What ...
How can we fix this??
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Then the officer said, "You need your license, how can we fix this?" Andres slid him some money and the lights came on and Andres passed the exam. The officer saying "See you can see, you can see fine, I'm not sure what the problem was earlier" as if nothing had happened.
It's corrupt here but it's safe. If you are participate in illegal or sketchy activities, they will make issue with you. If you take their pictures or act weird, they will ...
Our first port
... documented. We had only one more item to do on this shore excursion and that was to “Live off the Land”. Here in port that meant having a cold beer (or so) and a few complementary bar nuts at a small outside bar alongside of the ship. There Harriet met Jose Guadalupe Meza, the manager of the outdoor bar we stopped. He really liked the small backpack that Harriet was carrying. He even offered to buy the pack, but as this was just our first port, we had to refuse. ...
Cisco's Place
Mascota is a sleepy, agrestic little town plopped in a beautiful valley in a southern spur of the Sierra Occidentals. Corn and peppers are grown in the surrounding fields, irrigated with water from a reservoir not far away. It is sunny and warm during the day, and the dusty, cobbled streets are populated with short people going about their business (provided it's not siesta time, of course, when it becomes a dead little town). Trucks audibly peddling propane with ...