On our last full day in Puerto Vallarta, we decided to head into town to pick up some gifts and souvenirs for a few people back home. Of course, this task was seasoned with several stops at street-side bars. Most of the day was spent like this. Shop a little, drink a little, shop a little, drink a little.
Our only real plan for the day was to attend Mexican Fiesta Night at our resort. It’s a big event that they hold each week. Tickets are available, in advance, for about $50.00 per person. It’s a very nice all-you-can-eat, all-you-can-drink affair with traditional Mexican singers, dancers and other entertainment. We’ve always wanted to go, but never have. This time we planned ahead and purchased the tickets early.
We showed up on time and traded our tickets for a little badge that was pinned to our shirts. The badge was in the shape of Barbie-sized serape, but it looked more like some sort of sharp shooter’s medal from the Mexican army. Either way, it was an all access pass to all the food and drink we could consume.
And we proceeded to do both.
We stayed until the very end of the event. It must have been about 10:00 PM. And then we started our stagger back towards our room. Along the way, we passed the pool. “WHAT THE FUCK,” Jackie exclaimed. “Those fucking people and their shit!”
Sure enough, the guests who have been driving Jackie insane all week by hogging all of the lounge chairs had already staked their territory for the next day. Oh, she was pissed. But, I witnessed a calm come over her as she removed her little sharp shooter’s medal by pulling the straight pin out. And then she walked around the entire pool and inserted the pin into every single blow-up raft in sight. Justice was served. I guess.
It was a beautiful way to end the week. And a beautiful way to say goodbye to one of the planet’s finest drinking cities.
Adios Puerto Vallarta. Until next time.