We are back.
The smile means that we had fun. It was probably the best trip down there yet. The surfing ended up a bust, but we had plenty to do anyway. The first day down there we had some pretty big waves. Mind you, I'm 60 years old, and not the greatest surfer in the world. I'm from Iowa, what do you expect? So we went out to see what we could do, and my wife got whacked in the face by her board within the first fifteen minutes. I stayed out a little while longer, but wiped out and got rolled over some rocks, hurting my back. So we were out of the water after a half hour. We got more beat up that first time out, than we have after a week of surfing every day in past years.
We just took it easy the rest of the first week then, and stayed out of the water. The water was unusually cold anyway. So we went sailing, laid out on the beach, walked around Sayulita and San Pancho, watched other people surf, stuff like that. Close to our apartment was a bar on the beach, and we tried out different drinks. That was a fun activity. Late afternoon on Superbowl Sunday we went to a rodeo that was a fund raiser for the Sayulita schools. It was a lot of fun. I have to say that those Mexicans know how to have a school fundraiser. School kids were carrying around big bottles of tequila and selling raffle tickets for them, and a couple of dads were selling iced beers to spectators in the stands out of five gallon buckets. That's what I call a fund raiser. We stayed out at the rodeo until after dark, then walked the mile into town to catch the last half of the game. We are generally in bed fairly early, but that night we stayed out until close to midnight. That is late for us.
The second week started out with some more "Oh my god" waves, so even though we carried our boards out with us, we just sat it out and watched the surfers who really know what they are doing. Finally, we got some good waves toward the end of the week and went out. We spent an hour and a half out one day, and an hour out the next, but as before, the water was cold. My back was OK, but I could still feel it once in a while. So that was about it for surfing. It was all good though.
On Saturday we drove back down to Puerto Vallarta and stayed down town at the Rosita Hotel. Not a five star, but it is right on the boardwalk. We spent the night there, and flew out early Sunday morning.
I know that we all like to complain about the airlines. I mean, if we didn't how would we justify feeding our addiction? However, our flights, down and back, went like clockwork. We never had to stand in line for very long, we got through security with no problems, and our layovers were timed just about right. They had the body scanners coming back into the US through Dallas/Ft. Worth, but it looked to me like they were not making anyone go through them. After we went through customs, we had to go through security again. Probably the worst part of the flight was going through customs, but even that wasn't bad.
OK, that is the trip report. We already booked the apartment for next year, so we are already counting the days. Maybe some day we will go down there, and just not come back. We can only dream.