We spent the first week of winter vacation at, now, one of our favorite Mexican beach resort cities, Puerto Vallarta. The kids discovered the term all-inclusive and how it could solve all of life's problems. Five days was certainly not enough time to devise a plan on how to convince David we should stay for five more days. We captured this one last family photo before leaving paradise...rested, relaxed, and minutes away from wanting to miss our flight home.
But let's take a look at how we got here...
But let's take a look at how we got here...
7:00 a.m. wake up call to LAX.
Excitement awaits.
One last shot on U.S. territories.
Emergency preparedness.
3 hrs. and 5 mins later.
Te amo, Hyatt Ziva Puerto Vallarta!
Picturesque from our balcony.
Morning ritual until mom, dad, and sister wake up.
Dress code required: rash guards and swim shorts.
And goggles!
Sneakers too!
Swimming till sun down.
Embracing the palapas lifestyle.
Truman orders the Salmon whether he is on California's west coast or Mexico's west coast.
Persons under 17 are not allowed in the gym.
Frizzy hair, we don't care.
Colorful steps.
Poolside smoothies.
And poolside scuba lessons!
Soup by the sea.
Pinata making trainees.
Foam parties.
Sploshing and splashing.
Dinner on decks.
Moonlight strolls.
Three amigos.
Mi amors.
IG influencer.
One last photo on PV territory. Saying adios is bittersweet.
We were reunited with Mr. Pickles right after we touched down. Although his resort did not offer an all-inclusive package, he received a lovely spa day and was provided with cage-free accommodations.
