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Published: March 23rd 2009
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Our adventures in Puerto Vallarta rarely slowed down. One of the next adventures was out to Yelapa, a small beach town that is only accessible by boat. Our form of transportation was a water taxi. They are just like street taxis, except they are rickety little boats. Our water taxi was able to get us in front of our hotel, but trying to get onto the boat with out getting taken over by the force of the tide was very challenging. There was not a dock, just the boat on the water. Once we were finally on and picked some people up at another stop, we took off at a great speed over the choppy waves. At one point we even saw a whale blow a mist of salt water into the air.
We finally made it to Yelapa. Barely. The disembark was even more difficult as there was only half a pier to try to grip onto. At one point, I slipped and had my legs were dangling between the pier and the boat that was being tossed all over by the rough water. I thought for sure that one of my legs was going to be crushed.
Luckily, only my purse got caught as I pulled my leg up with the help of a couple guys unloading supplies onto the beach. My purse did not fare so well and it was shredded in half by the force of the tide.
The beach was a dream. Large palapas lined the un-crowded beach. We picked a nice spot to relax and enjoy our time on the sands. Ronnie particularly loved swimming in the ocean and was in the water longer than I have ever witnessed. We got some nice shrimp cocktails and tacos at the beach restaurant. Before we knew it, it was time to risk our lives again on a water taxi.
When we arrived back to a pier in Puerto Vallarta, we noticed a big crowd had gathered as a man had caught a huge tuna. As someone began to clean it, the pelicans gathered in hopes of some scraps. The man cut off two giant steaks and then threw what was left to the birds.
We walked down the Malecon back towards our hotel to get cleaned up. It was a beautiful evening, warm and lightly salty.
The
next day, we moved to a different hotel to try something new as our time was up at the Hotel Rosita. We went to the Fiesta Americana. It was completely different from our previous hotel but we still loved it all the same. It was huge! There was a giant pool, a private beach and lovely little alcoves for reading and relaxing. Joellyn noticed that there were beds set up on the private beach. She discovered we could rent them for $20 dollars for the day. And so it was decided that we would spend the whole next day relaxing on those beds made of towels.
That night, we took a boat cruise at night to go to
The Rhythms of the Night, a dinner and show on the private beach that is also only reachable by boat. Unfortunately, the sea was still super choppy, like when we went to Yelapa, and almost everyone on the boat got sea sick. We finally made it to the beach that was covered in torches and candles. It was so very romantic and looked like it was out of a fairytale. The show was a modern dance that was entertaining and
the food at the buffet was very good. Sadly, there was a private party so we could not go down to the beach. Also, since the water was so choppy on the way there, it took extra time to arrive and we lost a lot of time on the private land. Right after eating, we were rushed back onto the boat. It was a bit disappointing. Luckily, the water was more calm on the ride back and so Grant and I went to the helm of the boat and danced to the music they were playing. It was actually my favorite part of the night. The water looked so beautiful, there were a millions stars, warm wind blew all around us and I was dancing. If that is not life, then I do not know what is.
The next day, we spent the whole time laying on our beds made of towels, read, drank silly tropical drinks and ate lots of grilled shrimp. We even saw a whale jump out of the water in the distance. That evening, we went to the new hip restaurant called Leche (milk) where everything is white. We got drinks only and then
head to a shrimp shack for dinner.
The next day, it was time to travel back to our beloved San Miguel de Allende. We hoped on an airplane from PV to Mexico City and then got on the bus to head home. When we finally made it, we felt so good to be back to our little cobblestone town.
We spent the next few days showing Joellyn and Grant the colonial gem. There was another horseback riding adventure, drinks up at our old casita with Eleanor, and lots of shopping in the mercados. Once Joellyn and Grant left us to head back to the states, we instantly missed them. We were adventure buddies now!
After lots of discussions and reflections on the feelings we experienced in a beach town, we decided it was worth the leap. So, we have decided to move to Bucerias, Nayrit once our lease is up in this little apartment. We do love our place in SMA and have enjoyed our 8 months here, but this is something that cannot be passed up. And so we are extending our stay in Mexico. A whole new adventure awaits us in this new
little beach town. We have one month left in San Miguel and it feels very bittersweet but how often does a chance to live one block from the beach come up in ones life? We have to take this opportunity. Lo siento San Miguel! We will always love you and you will always live in our hearts!
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