Someone and I are off to Puerto Vallarta. Normally we go to Key West for our winter holiday, but this year our travel-chums want a change. My proposal to go to Vancouver was outvoted. Stirges. So it’s hohoho and off we go to Mexico.
I confess I am rather dubious about this trip. I failed with my goal to learn Spanish.* I have fears of being fleeced and/or kidnapped. Getting from the airport to the B&B particularly unsettles me, being surrounded by people wishing to sell me timeshares or (worse) want to drive me to the hotel and then hold me hostage until I pay up or put out.
Last time I went south of the border (Costa Rica) I became deathly ill for three miserable weeks. I lost 30lb. I dread getting sick again.
I don’t think I’ve had such dread about going on a holiday
But local friends (who go there every year) assure me it is perfectly safe and not once they have been ill.
Other than survival I don’t have any plans. I will be content with a cozy B&B (with clean water), some thumping good reads, a cryptic crossword puzzle or two, and several shots of tequila – hopefully served by some nice young hombre.
My access to blogs may be limited for a week; I will try to post when I can !
* I have learned a few charming if useless expressions, my favorite being “Aviso! Kanguros!” I plan to say this whenever I can.