We traveled by land to Puerto Vallarta yesterday to meet an old high school friend of Bev’s; Denise and her husband Frank who happened to be vacationing there. It took a two hour bus ride to PV and then a taxi from there to old town Puerto Vallarta and a walk along a bit of the malecon to get there. The bus ride was rough, two hours of cobblestone while seated on hard plastic seats, riding on a secondary road all made for a bumpy ride but a fine young, talented clown who juggled and road a unicycle made it fun.
We met Denise & Frank "El muelle de Playa Los Muertos" or the dock at the beach of the dead. The dock is both a work of art and a functional dock.
The beach of the dead part stems from a legend about of a battle between pirates and local miners back in the day, after which bodies remained strewn on the beach. Sounds a lot more gruesome than it's looks today but the Mexican people seem to have a friendly, even playful relationship with death that I don't grock yet but am trying to understand. Evidence of that cropped up every where we looked as we strolled around old town.
We wove our way around old town checking out the buildings and shops as we went.
I love the vivid colors of this place which I think speaks volumes about the Mexican people.
We were just four gringos out for...
...boots? No, these boot were made something but what? I wondered but couldn't quite figure out what one would do with such footwear. I've still got a lot to learn...
There are a few foot bridges that crisscross the river between old and new Puerto Vallarta. Big, el jefe grande, iguanas sunned them selves high up in the tree tops as we wandered below.
After a delicious lunch in a family restaurant that was situated inside of a family's home we escorted Denise and Frank back to their hotel via the malecon.
There are a number of sculptures along Puerto Vallarta's malecon. This one was my favorite and seemed to engender the most participation and joy from the passersby.
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