Puerto Vallarta - Don't forget me

Day 7

The week came and went way too fast. Sitting in the hotel waiting for check out, trying to reflect on the last few days, it was all a blur. We ate our last lunch at the hotel, I'm not even going to describe the food I'm out of adjectives. We packed our things and left for the airport around 3pm.

The taxi ride to the airport was a little frightening, these cabbies drove fast, and furious. Where's Rodriguez? At customs, Shum's football was confiscated, they wanted him to deflate the ball, they refused to let him take his Canadian Air filled football onto the plane. Costa's pill bottle labelled 'Gel' went through customs no questions asked.

Our first flight was to LAX. Around a 2 hour flight, after which we got some food. The connecting flight had us fly to Las Vegas, where we stopped for another 2 hours. We wanted to go to the strip, but the airport attendent told us we'd be cutting it close. Another airport attendent told us about his smoking spot in the parking lot. We went up there and we could see the whole strip. Pictures were hard to take because by then it was night time. I would definitely like to visit Vegas in the near future.

After eating some food at the airport we walked to the check in place, but realized after reaching there that we were on the wrong wing. We had to do a mad sprint across the airport to the right check in place.

We got to Seatac airport past midnight, and we prepped ourselves for another long night at the airport. Most of us took a nap, but we all got up before 6am. We caught the bus to the Greyhound station where we would bus back to Vancouver. The rest of the trip wasn't too bad. Again equipped with my Tom Clancy book (I was only able to read 4 chapters all week) the time went by reasonably fast. First thing we noticed after crossing the border, gas was now at 145 a litre. I should've stayed in Mexico.

Amanda picked us up and we went to eat Vietnamese pho. When I got home I couldn't wait to do laundry.

I was happy to be home, but I already missed Puerto Vallarta. As nice of a place as it was I don't see myself paying that much money to go back. I would go to other parts of Mexico but not back to Puerto Vallarta, which kind of makes me sad. The week that I was there flew by me in a burst of sights and sounds. And as of right now I don't see myself ever experiencing those exact things again.

I'm going to miss the beach, miss the pools, miss the food (oh man the food). Hopefully Devin grows up and stops promoting clubs. Hopefully Rodriguez makes it big time, Rodriguez! And hopefully I'll keep these memories forever. Writing these posts I hope that I can look back and see that this was a great vacation and not one I should ever forget.

I raise my drink to you Puerto Vallarta, we met for one week, and I'll never see you again, but you've stolen a piece of this Tequila Boy's heart.