Life After Facebook

I seem to have missed the memo stating that, in order to be friends in life, we need to be friends on FB. I don't consider FB to be real life -- I consider it to be a diversion, a time waster, a source of news sometimes and a joke most of the time. I have friendships with people who are not on FB and I have many friendships that pre-date FB. I constantly revise and update my friends list there. Sometimes I cut people who don't post very often. Sometimes I cut people who I don't hear from very often. Sometimes I cut people I don't really know. Sometimes I cut people who are simply friends of friends. Sometimes I cut people who post uninteresting stuff. Sometimes I cut people who piss me off. And sometimes I get cut. Being unfriended doesn't bother me. I know who my real friends are, whether on there or not. And being unfriended by me normally doesn't elicit much of a response from most people but sometimes I get it wrong and people take it personally. I don't intend it to be personal but it gets interpreted that way. For that, I am truly sorry. For that reason (and a few others), I am taking a break from FB and will be deactivating my account. If you want to reach me, my email address remains active. If you have that, you also have my phone numbers. Call me, send me a text or an email. I'll be around, looking forward to hearing from you soon.

PVR to YYZ

My last day in Vallarta was a flurry of activity. After returning the modem to CosmoRed, I returned home to try to get some rest while waiting for a friend to come over to pick up the stuff I was selling to him and his wife. Basically, they bought everything I couldn't fit into two boxes and four suitcases. I expected him by 4PM at the latest but I asked him to come earlier, if possible. At 3PM my doorbell rang but it was Heidi, who was out for one last shopping excursion, and hoping to have lunch with me. We left a note for my friend and headed over to Machi's BBQ.

For some reason, I wasn't feeling all that great. I might have been a wee bit hungover from my over-indulgences the night before at Vista Grill. In any event, I figured a cheeseburger, fries and a Coca Light might help my stomach and it did. Turns out I was just hungry after all. My friend found us there and after lunch, he and I headed back to my place to load up the car. Unfortunately, he grossly under-estimated the amount of stuff I had for him. Thankfully, his friend showed up with an SUV and everything fit inside the two vehicles.

Now I was really ready for a siesta but my neighbours had other plans for me. I had given a large bag of gently used clothes to them and they insisted on serving me lunch. I tried to decline but they both looked so crestfallen, I agreed to eat again. They served me fish, shrimp and steamed veggies. It was a wonderful lunch even though I couldn't finish it. We talked about many things, all in Spanish, and I was surprised to learn that they are both in their mid-40s. They are both so sweet but with very difficult lives. Mexico is not kind to older women without families to help them.

I decided it was just a lack of sleep and anxiousness giving me the knot in my stomach so I wanted to relax prior to my final night in Vallarta. To be honest, I would have rather stayed home until it was time to get up and take my flight in the morning but the Goddesses had other plans for me. I met them and Scott at the condo for sunset drinks and then we strolled over to Boca Bento for dinner. Frankly, I was a little disappointed with dinner but, to be fair, I wasn't feeling all that great. We decided on a nightcap at La Noche and then Scott walked me part way home.

Home at last, I finished packing, wrote notes to be delivered in the morning and then tried to sleep, knowing I had to get up at 6:30AM. My alarm woke me up and then I packed it. I showered for the last time, got dressed and walked to Cafe du Soleil for breakfast with Ben and Amy. I was the only one in the cafe for the half hour I was there so we had a nice visit before more goodbyes and my trip to the airport. My neighbour ladies came through for me again, waking up early to help me get my bags down the stairs and into the taxi. The driver was older, friendly and helpful with the two big suitcases. I gave him $120 pesos for an $80 peso fare and his huge smile was my reward. The luggage porter also warranted a large tip as he waited patiently with me inside the airport while they wrote up my ticket.

The Goddesses arrived after me and I transferred one bag each to Heidi and Rose, so that we would all be checking the limit of two bags each. I knew I far surpassed the 44 lbs. stipulated by the airlines but since the flight wasn't full, they didn't weigh a single one of our bags. What luck! The check in process was easy and we didn't spend more than 20 minutes in total for the whole procedure. Once through to the boarding area, we sat around, chatting and occasionally wandering off into the various duty-free shops in the departure level. Eventually our flight was called and we boarded the flight. The four of us shared six seats, one row behind the other with a space in between. Very comfortable and relaxing ...

As the plane readied for take-off, I happened to look out towards the tarmac to see the ground crew waving goodbye to us. Only in Mexico ... *smile* I felt no sadness at all as the plane lifted off the ground and surged out over Banderas Bay. My last view of Vallarta was picture postcard perfect. The sun was beating down on the sparkling blue water of the bay, with the green mountains acting as a backdrop to the city below. I held hands with Heidi and Rose, my heart beating very hard in my chest and then, the vista was lost when the plane banked to head north. I slowly turned my gaze away from the window and looked forward.

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Last Post ... Maybe

I woke up this morning at 4:45AM with a severe case of heartburn and/or insomnia. Can you actually develop insomnia after sleeping for five hours peacefully? Something woke me up -- probably a combination of stomach butterflies and my mind going 90 mph, trying to remember everything I have to do today. Yesterday I actually put some stuff into suitcases. I'd been putting it off, thinking to myself, "How long can it take?". Well, my two suitcases for clothes were overflowing BEFORE I picked up the clean laundry. *sigh* I just need to organize them a little better.

I've been siphoning off pieces of my life for friends, giving away little momentos of my PV existence. So when you sit on the couch at Cafe du Soleil and lean on those brightly, striped pillows, think of me! *smile* My friend Angie got new fluffy blue towels and after purging my massive collection of lipsticks (did I really think they wouldn't have any here???), I've got an impressive selection for my neighbour ladies.

So as my life in Vallarta winds down, I keep trying to think of something profound to write and I'm coming up with zilch. My experiences here have been happy, sad, frustrating, enlightening, blessed and cursed. I guess that's the way these things go. I am anxious and excited to be returning to Canada. I could say that I've learned a lot about myself but the fact is, I had a strong sense of self before I came down here.

I am not richer in a monetary sense but Iam definitely more "flush" when it comes to redefining my path in life. For the moment, the journey is taking me back to my roots and I keep getting positive reinforcement of that fact. The job market looks extremely promising in Toronto and my accomodation arrangements are almost finalized. All of that, in itself, proves to me that I am going in the right direction.

I'm not sure when I'll return to Puerto Vallarta, if ever. Things are changing here and I don't like a lot of what I see. Some of my friends are thinking of leaving. Others have left and are not coming back. But I definitely want to re-visit Mexico one day. This is a great country, with wonderful people and a vibrant history. I just wish that the country as a whole would develop to the point where social and environmental issues could take precedence over everything else. One day ... maybe.

Good Bread, Great Washrooms

My friend Rose has unique criteria with which to judge a restaurant. I've tried to apply it to the following restaurants. It seems that lately, we've been very lucky with our choices.

1. Sunday Night - Espresso/Como Pizza. I can't believe the girls have never eaten here before! The spagetti and lasagna were a delight and the service was great. Reasonably priced. Excellent garlic bread with real garlic! Washrooms upstairs.

2. Monday Night - Super Pollo. We usually dine in one night but I decided we needed a change of location so I invited us over to my friend Scott's place. We brought the chicken, potatoes, fresh bread and wine. Plus, I made my homemade caesar salad. Other than the salty potatoes and the 10,000 stairs up to his place, the evening was a huge success! And we invented the Scooter Shooter ... vanilla vodka (Stolly please!) and a bit of Kahlua over ice. YUM! We bought whole wheat baguettes at Rizo's and I think they are created at Collin's Bakery on V. Carranza. Scott has two bathrooms, both tastefully decorated.

3. Tuesday Night - Encanto. This was a last minute decision since we decided to dine late and in my 'hood. I've been a couple of times before but was never overly impressed with the food but LOVED the way the restaurant looks. Heidi said she wanted someplace quiet so Encanto was a perfect choice. She calls the decor "shabby chic Mexican". I had the house special: chicken breast rolled with goat cheese, spinach and mushrooms. The green sauce served with it was divine. Bread selection consisted of homemade hot rolls made with spicey seasonings and cream cheese. Bathrooms are modern, clean and funky.

4. Wednesday Night - Vista Grill. All I can say is, if you haven't been to Vista Grill, what the hell are you waiting for??? We had drinks before dinner, a bottle of wine with dinner, appetizers (3) and entrees (3), plus an after dinner drink for only $2400 pesos including the tip. It was worth every single peso. The view is amazing. Dining at Vista Grill is an event not to be missed. Splurge! You're worth it ... We all decided we want to LIVE at Vista Grill. The bathrooms are fabulous; the wine "cellar" (actually a glassed in main floor cooler right in the restaurant) impressive and I could live on their bread and wine. Rose gave this two thumbs up!

For our last night, we've chosen Boca Bento. It was a favourite of our's last year so we've been saving it for the end of GCV. I like the owners, know the manager very well and love the bar area. If you think you can't afford to eat at Boca Bento, think again. They have a daily happy hour between 5 and 7PM on food and drinks.

I've never eaten so well or so often as I do when my girlfriends are here. Each meal brings new sensations, flavours and emotions. These are the kinds of memories that last forever ... or, in case we forget, Heidi has it all on her new digital camera.

BUEN PROVECHO!

Something Big?

"This week brings a full Moon in your sign. If you are anticipating a quiet, easy time, you had better adjust your expectations. Something big is brewing. Now don't worry, I said big, not bad. It's not necessarily going to be easy but it won't prove hard, either. Just challenging in the nicest possible sense. You are about to put all your energy into something very demanding that's wonderfully worthwhile. If you don't already know where your great opportunity lies, you'll see it soon enough."

How does this Jonathan Cainer guy know what's going on in my life??? Full Moon on Thursday, April 13, my last "full" day in Puerto Vallarta. Sounds like a good omen to me!

The End of an Era

Today is Monday and, as is my wont, I went to meet Kathy at Chiles for one last cheeseburger before I leave this Friday. But when I got there, the place was in a shambles and they definitely were not serving lunch! Hank and Conrad were running around, trying to gather up the last of their personal possessions and the new owners were running around trying to make sense of the chaos.

I know this is exactly what Hank and Conrad want ... after 11 years of running the restaurant, they are tired and want to rest. I also know they have made a good choice in the new owners, who have promised to maintain the integrity of Chiles and keep the good old standbys on the menu: burgers, chicken, etc. But the food is not the only reason we loved Chiles.

Still, it was a sad reminder that things never stay the same and their saying goodbye after so many years only emphasized what I have to do at the end of this week. I'll admit I got a little emotional as the magnitude of what I'm about to do finally hit me. Hank and Conrad seem to feel the same way; sad that their days as restauranteurs are over but happy at this fresh start to their "retirement". I use that word loosely as I can't imagine either of them standing still for a minute.

Five Days To Go!

I can't remember what day it was when I last posted but I've eaten at El Arrayan, Vitea and Agave Grill. I think I need to go to the bank today! BTW, the exchange rates are changing so fast, the banks can't keep their signs in window up to date. My friend Myles says this happens every year when he leaves. He says it is just an indication that it is time for him to head back to Canada. Anyway, we're off to lunch at the River Cafe today at noon, so I better get showered and changed. More later ...

They were still serving breakfast at the River Cafe so I had shrimp and spinach crepes au gratin with hollandaise sauce. Very nice setting outside, overlooking the river. With coffee and juice, the price was $130 pesos. Afterwards, Rose and I went shopping. The rate at the bank was 9.45 for the $CDN so $3000 pesos cost me $317CDN. Saw some shoes I wouldn't mind buying and found a few goodies at Woolworth's (don't I always?). Stocked up on L'Oreal eye makeup remover for $48.50 pesos which is much, much cheaper than what it is in Canada.

I'm off for my siesta now. More again later ...

More Goddess Stuff

Well we've been busy eating our way through town. We've done La Piazzetta, Joe Jack's Fish Shack and La Esquina de los Caprichos. Tonight we're doing the german buffet at Hacienda Alemana followed by the drag queen show at The Palm. I ran into Shane at Colleen's going away party on Monday night and he will be performing as his alter ego, Ida Slapter, tonight at 11PM.

Heidi, Rose and I spent a wonderful day in Bucerias yesterday. We took the bus out in the morning and enjoyed the beach there for about three hours. It is ideal for walking and shell collecting. We had a light lunch at El Chivero (love, love, LOVE their tortilla soup!) and then wandered around town, looking at trinkets.

Today I had another style show for Viva at a beautiful hacienda up in Conchas Chinas. The ladies were there on a junket with Mary Kay Cosmetics so three of us went out there to strut our stuff and peddle Viva's wares. Here we are, pretty in pink, in deference to our hostesses' business (from left to right), Margarita, me and Fabiola.