I’ve been humming a little James Taylor today and trying to imagine a happy place of warm sand and sunshine as I’ve navigated through rush hour traffic, waded through a backlog of emails and tried to re-introduce the boys to “Mom’s Rules” after they’ve been spoiled by their grandparents for the last four days.
I think I was missed a little bit by JJ who informed me that his grandmother did NOT know how to wake him up happily like I did.
I have a lot to talk about (which I’ll split up over a few posts) but I wanted to put up a few pictures of our resort. The hotel was Dreams in Puerto Vallarta and it was, uh, dreamy. The property was located about five minutes south of town and had its own secluded private beach with a beautiful view of Banderas Bay.
The rooms were tastefully decorated in dark woods and Mexican art and beautiful tile work.
The rooms had all the amenities you could ask for, but my favorite by far was the mini-bar chock full of real sugar Mexican Coke.
The food? Did you ask about the food?
I’ve always said that I could eat Mexican food every day of the week and I’m happy to report that after four solid days of tortillas, tamales, and tacos, my love for corn products remains strong.
We drank hot chocolate, ate churros, bunuelos, huaraches, tostadas, flautas, quesadillas, chilaquiles, and guacamole for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and flan and fresh fruit for dessert.
At every meal.
It’ll be six weeks before I can comfortably button my work clothes.
But totally worth it.
Oh, and Taco Bell?
You’re dead to me.
Have a nice day.