Hola! I am back from Vallarta..h'eemayeen ocho days without blogging?
The 4 hour flight was mercifully uneventful and I didn't perish in a ball of flames.
We arrived late in the evening and once my son and esposa were settled in our room, I ran down to hear the sound of the Pacific Ocean.
Naturally I wouldn't go in past my ankles because I knew that THIS would happen.
So to relieve the stress of my fear of flying, and now sharks, I started consuming copious amounts of ALL-INCLUSIVE-RUM
No problemo...the next day I regained consciousness and found myself in paradiso!
which of course entails flagrant displays of conspicuous gluttony and sloth interspersed with wanton acts of unacceptable behaviour and disregard for traditions and customs as you periodically wander about town annoying the locals.