February 6

February 6

This a.m. Patti, Sue, and Phil bused to the edge of PV to check out a hiking trail leading up to a zip line. They went with a group of friends from Winnipeg. I meanwhile got caught up on my blogs after breakfast. With the intermittent wi-fi here, it took me most of the morning. Black Bart visited me and scolded me when he didn't find enough food droppings to make it worth his while to fly to our balcony.

After a light lunch of yogurt, granola, and some All-Bran mixed with a little whole milk, I dressed for a beach walk and stocked up on some stale bread and tortillas.

I walked several hundreds of yards on the beach in the receding water that was left behind after each comber had rolled in. 

 I was accompanied by an entourage of pigeons, gulls, and blackbirds as I was leaving a trail of shredded bread and tortillas in my wake. 

 It was 30C, a perfect day again.

When I got back to our room, I prepared for a poolside session: cap, Kobo reader, spectacles, sunglasses, Times Crossword puzzles, pen, camera, towel, wallet, and room key. I finally snagged a spot near the pool. There were a few familiar faces but there had obviously been a changeover in clientele.

In the pool, I teased some older Mexican ladies that the water was too warm. "Oh, no, senor! Es mucho frio!" I have to remember that this is winter for them and that the cool water was actually very cold for them. I met a young family from Tisdale and a young dwarf from Guadalajara. This was a good day to expand on my Spanish language education.

When the others got back from their hike, it was obvious that they had had a good time but that the hike had been arduous. They talked of going back next week and doing the zip line at a cost of $60 American dollars each. We chatted, tanned, and shared a few refreshments. I was the only one who swam. We were again serenaded by the elderly gentleman and his beautiful small accordion from behind a flowering bush on the restaurant patio.

Before 6 p.m. I got on a bus and went to the Los Muertos Brew Pub on Constituccion Avenida. 

 The others, Patti, Sue, Phil and Millie, would walk the mile or so there. I went early to nab a table as this was a popular spot. They eventually got there. I had been fending off people from sharing the table. I did this by ordering a few ales that they make on the premises and a plate of fries. I placed them strategically around the table.

When the others arrived, we ordered up some very delicious burgers and tasty Caesar salads. They were so good. 

 We had great service but there were two drawbacks for us elderly types, especially for me with my hearing aids. The music was so loud we really had to strain to make ourselves heard in conversation. As well all the buses that travel through Puerto Vallarta end up on the avenue running by the pub on their return trips to the outer limits of the city. As a result there would be a diesel bus roaring by every minute or two, and as the pub is open on two sides, there was a cacophony of sound.

Back at the hotel, it was obvious those who had been on the hike were very tired, and so we all retired to our rooms for a needed rest.