We’re in Puerto Vallarta! Really.
A bus takes us around the city, the sea horse statue, symbol of the city, brightly painted buildings, the Church of Our Lady of Guadalupe. We make some stops for souvenirs. I only want to take home good photos. I snap this man many times, different angles. Right in his face, but I feel no guilt. He has a tip jar so I slip him a few dollars.
Our last stop is a family owned tequila farm and factory, Leyva Tequila, 100% Puro Agave. This made the time viewing resort condos worth it. The grandson of the founder treated us to generous tastings – 3 grades of straight plus orange, almond and chocolate. I controlled myself and only had half shots. Uno, dos, tres, salud! What an impromptu party we had. Of course we bought several bottles, why do you even ask?
Taking a tender to shores of Cabo San Lucas to take a catamaran tour inside the Bay and across the line into the Pacific Ocean. The bay is calm, the ocean not so much. But it is very, very blue.
Sailing back from the Pacific side, we head across the bay to look at condos. Wow.
But then on the way back we catch sight of whales. At first our tour guide says they’re California gray whales, even though it’s late in the season. Then he realizes they’re blue whales. For some reason this is rare. We race ahead to keep up with them. Looks like a mom and a pup. Never having been on a whale watching trip, I make a decision to experience this sighting in real time and not through the lens of a camera. It would be too hard to catch them and silly. When the body comes up I think, amazing and large. I try to send thoughts out that we are fellow living creatures. I say hi. I don’t miss having a photo.
This is very pretty …
El Arco de Cabo San Lucas
I can’t get over how big these suckers are. It’s scary. Oh sure, flying in a plane at 30,000 feet ain’t no picnic for me and simply pulling out of a parking space at the market while next to an SUV leaves you open to a crack up with some entitled BMW zooming down the lane.
Good thing we had smooth sailing. After 2 pregnancies of severe all-day sickness, I’ve done enough nausea to last a lifetime. Must say, though, that back on land it took me days to get my land legs back. Every now and then I’d be standing at the kitchen counter rocking back and forth. Grab the granite for dear life!
Come back tomorrow for the Big Finish. Do the Rubinsteins get off the boat? Or do they do the Boston MTA Song thing, stay on the boat and sail around the world? Hey, that's an idea!