Arriving in Mexico felt much like the shorter trips we’ve taken. The difference in length of this trek just hasn’t set in. But the relief of finally landing in Puerto Vallarta without a hitch is a welcomed feeling.
Like so many other touristy cities, we were harassed by wave after wave of taxi drivers as soon as we made it through customs. Being that this was day 1 of our trip, we weren’t about to be overcharged for anything- even if it was an incredibly convenient ride to our hostel. Erica tried desperately to get any information she could about where we could catch the city bus, only to find that her efforts were in vain.
We marched out of the airport hearing one upset cabbie directing some profane language towards Erica in Spanish, but alas, we were free. We made our way to the bus stop, only to discover two things. One, the locals are wonderfully helpful and nice. And two, we didn’t have the change needed to ride the bus. However, before there was much time for discouragement, we saw it. Like a beacon of awesomeness, our eyes were drawn to a massive sign on the other side of the highway that read “Seafood Burritos”.
And awesome they were. While not the most reasonably priced, they were just what the doctor ordered. Effing delicious.
The Jalisco-style food in Puerto Vallarta kept us eating every chance we got. We frequented as many of the less-touristy places that we could and met some amazing people. Our favorite PV local was Diego. He is a waiter at one of the beach front restaurants who really loved his job. His English was great, but when Erica spoke to him in Spanish he was so surprised that he was barely able to respond in his native tongue. We spoke about family and how much it motivates him in his life, but we had to pry our feet out of our mouths after seeing his reaction after answering “Oh, no. We don’t have any children, nor do we plan on having some anytime soon.” As a hard-working father of 4 (and wanting a few more), our response came off a bit harsh. However, after explaining our plans for the next year, he stated that there is always time for children later and we should travel as much as we can. This isn’t a uncommon reaction by any means, especially if prefaced by informing them that we are high school sweethearts approaching our 7 year wedding anniversary.
The last evening of our Puerto Vallarta Holidays was spent talking with Diego and walking on the beach, pondering what the future holds for us. No sight-seeing, no schedules, no idea what day it is, just a great start to our journey.
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