My Own Private Idaho (I mean Mexico)

November 27, 2012

In 2002 Jay and I traveled to Puerto Vallarta for the first time. It was memorable, not because it was the day after hurricane Kenna struck dead on, nor because we went with some good friends, but it was one of those trips where you just feel like you kinda belong there even though you’ve never been before. You know you’ll go back.

And we have. Once a twice a year ever since.

It’s not the most romantic, or the “hottest” place in Mexico. It’s not that it’s got the best beaches or snorkeling or shopping, but there’s something about it, something more. Cabo is boring in its sameness. Cozumel packed with touristas. PV moves at a slower pace. Calmer, friendlier maybe. Real.

We spend most of our days north, across the state line in Nuevo Vallarta (Riviera Nayarit). We shop local, cook inside, walk a LOT, and observe. Once or twice a week we take the water taxi into Old Town and walk and shop for a day. It’s comfortable, like a great pair of shoes you’d never toss out. It’s forgiving of our Spanglish and it’s kind — the people, the weather, the very atmosphere, kind and forgiving.


We’re going again in this weekend. I can’t wait. We’re sharing it with friends again this time. Even better. Sharing something you love with someone you love is the best thing. I’ll let you know how it went when we get back.

What is your special place to visit?


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