
Let your conscious be your guide.
I am now the Black Philosopher in Mexico. See what happens when you have peace and quiet. Just waiting on Oprah to discover me and make me famous like Dr. Phil.(lol) Adios.
My first SOLO trip. 11 days in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
More street performers. These guys were very good. Fire always keeps a crowd captivated. This show would never happen in Centinneal Park. Jugs of gas ,matches, and a crowd of people. Before it would be finished CNN would have reported a bomb threat. And the city would be locked down. Such a difference in Mexico. All of these elements create an amusing environment. Now back to the fire-starters, I could not tell if the guys flipping off the wall were part of the act. Maybe they were looking for their 15 minutes of fame.
One thing I have noticed in Puerta Vallarta is that the seems to be a lot of love and is extremely family oriented. Women greet each other with kisses and hold hands. Men hug and kiss each other. You see lots of family units together, Dad, Mom ,children and grandparents. Women openly breast feed in public.( Obviously they created the La Leche Club that we see in the states.) It was just nice seeing loving people out. Oh yeah, dont forget about those in love, they are the best. I thought Paris and Barcelona were the top two cities with ODA(open displays of attention), but I going to add Puerto Vallarta to that list. If I hear "mi amor one more time", I think I will scream.(LOL) Ok, Ok, I am slightly jealous. I am going to have to find someone to say that phrase to. Mexican men seem to like chocolate skin, so I may not have to look too far,(lol).
Finally made it to town, after stopping for ice cream. I had lots of conversation today. The men are very friendly and was amused by my accent. I just walked and walked and walked and explored the city. Believe it or not I did not have a maragarita today(lol) Even though they are 2 for 1 on every corner. I met some really nice people today.
My intention was to walk back to the house, but as I started my trek back, it started raining. So, I got on the bus. I asked the driver to let me know when we got to Cuartos Villas since the stop button was broken. The driver agrees and I start chatting with the lady next to me. (One note about this bus route, there are no designated bus stops per se. The driver stops and pick-up wherever he sees people waving and he can pull over. In fact the driver never really stops completely when letting people off, it is more like a rolling stop.) Well, I miss the stop. Lucky me, what should have a 10 minute ride now turns into a 75 minute ride because I dont want to get off and pay 6 pesos again or get stranded in hopes of another bus stopping.
Unfortunately while on the bus I witnessed my first fatal Mexican accident. The roads have lots of sharp curves and hills and the car flipped over.