Day: 21 October 2005

_The following is from my journal from our wedding trip to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for Sunday, Sept. 25th_:

The food services here are very efficient. One day we’ll have fries. The next day, pureed potatoes (which Silverlotus couldn’t stop eating). The day after that? Cream of potato soup!

I spent the morning riding the waves with Silverlotus. I spent the afternoon waiting for my sister Shell to arrive and get squared away. Later that night, she discovered the liquid bliss known as the Mojito. We played texas hold’em in the sweltering night heat at the bar. I actually won!

Silverlotus has always been a sleep connoisseur, and the pillows here have fallen short of her lofty expectations. “There should be a minimum size you can legally call a pillow,” she grumbled.

_The following is from my journal from our wedding trip to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for Saturday, Sept. 24th_:

Why are underwater cameras wrapped so tightly in swaddling plastic? The resort if just packed with people, mostly locals. I believe their is a convention going on. An Alcoholics Anonymous convention. Seriously. As one waitress remarked, “One thousand people drink. One thousand don’t!”

The only English channel on the telly is CNN. So I watched Hurricane Rita all morning.

Later in the day, Woofer and I try our hands at an open-faced kayak. The water is as warm as blood. We do pretty well, but we get complacent, and wipe out. Don’t get complacent in a kayak.

_The following is from my journal from our wedding trip to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for Friday, Sept. 23rd_:

Saw five vintage VW Beetles on the road today. And a jalopy truck with the words “$18,000 FOR SALE” scrawled in its back canopy window. 18,000 pesos, that is.

It’s hot and humid. Really hot. Unfortunately most of the resort, the Rui Jalisco, was open to the elements. We waited in the sweltering nighttime heat to obtain bottles of water (don’t drink the tap water!) and get upgraded to a junior suite. They’re also out of hotel safe keys.

Stood on the tidal line with Woofer and V until 1am, braving the warm night rain, listening to meringue music on the beach, and staring into the black void known as the Pacific.