Puerto Vallarta

While we were gone, I kept a little journal of the daily occurrences. If I published it, everyone would be annoyed of its length, so I'll spare you that disappointment. I choose one sentence from each day to give you a feel of my trip.

Dec 18
I actually do not wish to remember this day of on-going never-ending disappointments.

Dec 19
When we landed, finally, just one guy was doing customs for about three hundred people.

Dec 20
After watching men swing their hips like only foreign men can do, in tight spandex, or see-thorough sea-green pants revealing thongs beneath (I am not certain whether that was supposed to be conspicuous or not?), alongside pretty girls, also talented (but not so rare/exotic/shirtless -- in fact, one was Canadian), we meandered to our room.

Dec 21
We also rappelled straight down, and zip-lined very steep trusting the guide to stop us so we did not impact a rock-face.

Dec 22
Today we did not worry about time.

Dec 23
Daniel ordered Squab, which was Mexican chicken.

Dec 24
Then we approached the candle-lit strip on the secluded Eco-island, and got escorted to a fairly private table for two amidst the jungle, right close by the ocean.

Dec 25
Santa flew in on a parasail, though.

Dec 26
Then we got sent to the search ward, where she felt up everything from my panties, to the inner zipper of my wallet.