Lunes por la Noche via the Sayulita Oasis
Lunes por la Noche! We have looked forward to this evening of Monday night football.
It's so hot. first we went to try to get a window on the Vanagon fixed, which took several hours of hotness. Then, the van got rubbed up by a truck, scratches and a broken parking light. No big deal, but a little tense. Last Saturday after the hurricane, we drove into Sayulita and it was great to get there since amongst traffic (trucks) and collided HARD with a branch hanging out in the road which smashed to pieces the glass in the front triangle breeze window.
It was scary, -- Erika looked to the passenger side and Eugene was alright. Just glass, no blood. Thank God. Glass, everywhere, the van is now skunked and sliced. Pulled off into Sayulita unharmed. Sayulita is as beautiful as we had hoped, lotsa surfers. Easy style. Feels like Costa Rica.
Puerto Vallarta: we arrived at 5 pm on the 16 September, Independence Day, which is celebrated in Mexico much like the 4th of July except it's all red white and green. And, illegal fireworks are revered, very old ladies take part, and stay up late. The night before in San Blas is kind of like New Years' Eve, with a countdown near midnight to get the crowd to shout together, "Viva Hidalgo! Viva Guerrero! Viva Morelos! Viva!! Viva!! Viva!!!"
In Puerto Vallarta there was traditional dance, aztec fliers, and low-riders competing for eardrum space on the Malecon in front of Hooters restaurant. Public art: Surrealist sculptures line the beach front. Strange and Beautiful, an unlikely sight. Eugene was entertained by buying more battery powered light-up flashy gadget things before dinner overlooking the sights.
It's so hot. first we went to try to get a window on the Vanagon fixed, which took several hours of hotness. Then, the van got rubbed up by a truck, scratches and a broken parking light. No big deal, but a little tense. Last Saturday after the hurricane, we drove into Sayulita and it was great to get there since amongst traffic (trucks) and collided HARD with a branch hanging out in the road which smashed to pieces the glass in the front triangle breeze window.
It was scary, -- Erika looked to the passenger side and Eugene was alright. Just glass, no blood. Thank God. Glass, everywhere, the van is now skunked and sliced. Pulled off into Sayulita unharmed. Sayulita is as beautiful as we had hoped, lotsa surfers. Easy style. Feels like Costa Rica.
Puerto Vallarta: we arrived at 5 pm on the 16 September, Independence Day, which is celebrated in Mexico much like the 4th of July except it's all red white and green. And, illegal fireworks are revered, very old ladies take part, and stay up late. The night before in San Blas is kind of like New Years' Eve, with a countdown near midnight to get the crowd to shout together, "Viva Hidalgo! Viva Guerrero! Viva Morelos! Viva!! Viva!! Viva!!!"
In Puerto Vallarta there was traditional dance, aztec fliers, and low-riders competing for eardrum space on the Malecon in front of Hooters restaurant. Public art: Surrealist sculptures line the beach front. Strange and Beautiful, an unlikely sight. Eugene was entertained by buying more battery powered light-up flashy gadget things before dinner overlooking the sights.
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