If I am honest, and I try to be in these columns in spite of a few people who think I make this stuff up, I am not sure how we would get by here without the miracle of Costco.
Category: Under the Palapa (Page 2 of 7)
I started this column because I wanted to chronicle my almost suicidal journey through the vagaries of buying a condo here in PV. It was only through good luck and the kindness of strangers that I am still standing, albeit slightly more stooped than I once was.
I love the beaches of Puerto Vallarta, although aficionados will tell you the eastern beaches of Mexico are the best: whiter sand and fewer rocks. However with a little due diligence I have found a spot here in the west that is perfect for me and conveniently coincides with Fendencio’s, my favourite beach restaurant.
Among the many things you find in Puerto Vallarta is that you are capable of making new friends who are way outside your normal realm. I mean by that friends who do not remotely resemble the old ones at home.
The year is shooting along pleasantly as it always does for us here in the paradise of Puerto Vallarta, but not for everyone, it seems.