Monday musings from Pta.Vallarta

Playa Los Muertos

Playa Los Muertos

Rick is off at the beach in front of the hotel here as I catch up on posting.  I am still getting over a cold I had when we left last Friday, so he has more energy for that than I do.  I am content to take  a dip in the cool hotel pool and sit on our shaded balcony overlooking the sunny beach, and the rolling waves of the Pacific.

We had pizza for dinner last night at La Pizza Nostra – very good pizza I might add.  The proprietor is going to be in Portland in a couple weeks, helping open the latest Bucca di Beppo.  I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of restaurant industry professionals end up in places like Pta.V. – access to produce and quality ingredients is here, and less costly, and the restaurant scene definitely supports a high-end ‘foodie’ type of operation.

Before dinner, we had cocktails at KitKat, a swanky martini bar nearby.  I had a banana liqueur and vodka shot to start – delicious but oh so powerful.  I can’t remember what I had after that!

Barrio Sur

Barrio Sur

Today we went for breakfast (desayuno) at Barrio Sur, not too far from our hotel here in the Olas Altas section.  We had passed it yesterday and checked the menu though it was closed Sunday.  We made a note to return.  It’s basically a large oudoor patio set with lots of tropical foliage plants – gingers, banana trees, ficus – and contemporary furniture and accessories.  It has a central open-air bar, and the kitchen is off to the side in a little cabana.  In case of rain there is a section in front that is under a tile roof.  We had eggs rancheros, stuffed french toast (OMG) and hash browns.  We stayed a while talking with the waitress, who turned out to be from Torino, Italy, but has been in Pta. V for three years now.

After breakfast, we waddled further into town along the waterfront, then up the island in the Rio Cuale – but the cultural museum was closed today – and then we meandered back south.  By then the heat and humidity were getting to me.  Coming from San Francisco, we’re not at all used to constant heat and stickiness all day and night.  Our waitress told us this was nothing – up until last week the heat had been much worse – oppressive even to locals.

On the way back we stopped in at one of the many art galleries.  I love a lot of Mexican art, but now with savings undermined by the new Great Depression stock market collapse I have to consider that for a future trip – perhaps in twenty years or so when I have earned back losses.

Rick keeps threatening that we will do Yoga.  We walked near a studio called Yoga Vallarta, so we know it’s here.  I suppose.  I do need some exercise – we also stopped at a bakery on the way back this morning, and pastries are very inexpensive compared to the US.  Which is not good for my willpower!

Shmoopy has finished the Terry McMillan book I gave him.  I finished the Ben Fountain short story collection.  He is now on “The Tipping Point” and I am re-reading William Gibson’s “Pattern Recognition” which is in the hotel’s collection here.  I still have Toni Morrison’s “Jazz” and a few others to keep me occupied on the balcony, pool and beach.

Tonight it’s “80s Night and Gay Karaoke” at one of the beach clubs down the street.  Tomorrow the dancing is supposed to be at a larger nightclub called MaÑana, more in the center of town.  We also apparently have a drag-show a block down the street from here, called the Dirty Bitches (in English).  Uhh – I don’t think I am ready for that, LOL.


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