4.24.2012

Mexico Trip (Day 3 & 4)

I wrote this entire post and accidentally deleted it, so I am reproducing it. . . with slightly less enthusiasm and detail.

Day 3:
We woke up and drove to Hotel Mayto for breakfast. Mayto has a few "hotels" and this one is the nicest. 







Holly climbed up the outside of the windows to clean off the condensation so we could enjoy the view. 

 

Which was pretty amazing. . .




I know these panoramic pictures aren't great for blogs, but I just love the unbroken views.


Steve ordered me one of my favorite dishes: Chilaquiles. I've missed them ever since he took them off the menu at Sonora Grill. And then he told me that they will still make them, by request. Whaaaat? Why didn't I know that???

Chilaquiles
Enfrijoladas
The colors were spectacular, so we posed for some pictures. 


These are the pictures that I look least pregnant in. Rachel, Lucy, and Derrick looked at our Mexico pictures individually and all told me the same thing when they got to the beach shots. (I assure you that I am not pregnant; I will be more cautious wearing this shirt in the future.) 



I set the timer for this picture and then ran like mad jumped in it. And I kind of look like a giant.  


We walked down the beach, and Holly made friends with a puffer fish. It was dead.  


The University of Guadalajara runs a sea turtle hatchery right on the beach, only a few hundred yards from Hotel Mayto. We walked around the camp, but we couldn't find any of the university students who are supposed to be onsite to give us a proper tour. (We later found out that the guy in the hat and sunglasses who I snapped a picture of sitting in front of the cafe on Day 2 is the student in charge of the project.) 


We drove back through Naranjitos and picked up Ahmparra, who came back to the beach house with us and prepared lunch. (I guess I slacked off a little because I don't have any pictures.) And then there was this magical experience after lunch when Steve and I looked at each other and realized that at that moment, we had absolutely no responsibilities or obligations. So we stood up from the table, walked to the beach, and went for another walk/run.

We got back from the beach and I walked in on a conversation between Holly and Amy about a Dateline scuba diving mystery and other scuba diving tragedies. In the background, Steve and Dalton were gathering together scuba gear with plans to go diving before dinner in Tehuamixtle (Tehua). The equipment was old, and I wasn't convinced that Steve's scuba diving merit badge from two decades ago was adequate training.

But we drove to Tehua, they geared up, and walked into the ocean, in search of the 15th century ship that is sunken a hundred yards offshore.


The scuba diving horror stories continued, and I'll admit that I got pretty nervous about the whole situation. 


Especially because it seemed that all eyes of the village were on Steve and Dalton; a group of men sat on the dock watching what I pictured in my head to become the next Dateline special.



The process was slow and I was getting way too nervous, so I went for a walk and found things like these pretty flowers.


And one of these stick figure family stickers on the back window of a truck that made me feel like I was back in Utah. 


I went back to the beach just in time to see these four girls cruising by on an ATV.


And then, thankfully, Steve and Dalton came back to shore. They never even went completely under because the equipment was not working properly. Very grateful that they figured that out before things turned tragic. 


Our last dinner in Mexico was being prepared by the best chef in the area. He owns two restaurants and manages Hotel Mayto. Sometimes the Joneses have him come to their beach house to cook, but he was working, so we went to him. I am not a fish person, but those four fish he cooked for us were the most delicious fish I've ever eaten (and certainly the freshest). 


He also brought us a giant plate of oysters. 


And lots of other food: chicken, rice, beans, tostadas, tortillas, fresh salsa, corn, carrots, chayote.


We ate and ate as if it was Thanksgiving dinner. We were served enough food to feed fifteen people, and there were only six of us. It was the perfect last dinner. After we finished eating we just kind of lingered for a while. It was hard to walk away from Tehua. . . there really is something fascinating about that place.


Day 4: We woke up and drove to Puerto Vallarta, stoping at Fiesta Americana for breakfast. It was a classy resort and we enjoyed the breakfast buffet with fruits, pastries, omelets, pancakes, and every single breakfast item you could imagine. Including green smoothies.


Some of the English translations made us laugh: 



We left with full bellies and walked over to check out La Leche, a famous restaurant that is decorated completely in black and white.






Our last stop was the boardwalk. We walked around for a couple of hours, purchasing souvenirs, admiring the sand sculptures, and soaking in the sunshine.




We even caught a performance of the Danza de los Voladores, a sacred ritual that originated in Veracruz. 


We returned the rental cars, caught a shuttle to the airport, and flew home. Steve even let me have the window seat. 

The trip was pretty much perfect, and I am thrilled at the thought of going back again sometime. We enjoyed awesome food, off-the-beaten-path adventures, beautiful weather, secluded beaches, cultural exposure, and plenty of relaxing. (I even read a book!) 

A big thanks to Dalton and Holly for hosting, Dalton's parents for the use of their beautiful beach house, and to Steve for planning such a great trip. 

AND a big thanks to Richard, Gloria, Sam, and Kacie for watching our kids!!!

Of course, we were eager to get home to our kids, especially because Rachel had been sick all week. (She was later diagnosed with pneumonia. . . poor girl).

2 comments:

Kayli said...

The whole trip looks like it was fantastic. I looooooove the ocean and beaches! Maybe I'll have to get to Mexico sometime.
I don't think you look pregnant in those pictures. But for myself, I can never wear shirts that could possibly be a pregnant shirt just because I have been pregnant so much of the last 10 years I guess. But I think you look particularly beautiful in the picture right after the corn on the cob picture.

Natalie B. said...

OH, man...I feel your pain about deleting post. There has got to be a way to prevent that more. I just did that last week and it made me want to cry!

The food looks SOOOO good. I loved seeing the whole vacation and not just Americanized resorts, but a "real" town. Makes me want to go!