We decided to go to Puerto Vallarta for the month of January, because it is too cold in Arizona at that time of the year. (Anytime that I can’t lie by the pool is cold in my books!) The flight went well, considering that we had to transfer from domestic to international in Los Angeles, complete with luggage and dog. We couldn’t believe our luck when we came out of the terminal and asked directions to the international terminal. We were told to go to a traffic island directly across from where we were standing, and a shuttle would come by and take us directly to the international terminal. Within 5 minutes, a van pulled up, helped us load our luggage, and drove us directly to the international terminal. We made it through check in and security, and were at our gate ready to go, within half an hour of landing. Were we impressed with the amazing efficiency of the L.A. airport!
Our cab driver from the airport in Puerto Vallarta had a hard time finding our condo, and we had never been here before, so we weren’t much help. Bryce had asked for directions from the property management company before leaving home, but they weren’t very helpful, so we ended up with a great tour of the area, with the cabbie stopping every 5 minutes to ask for help. We eventually found the building, but!!! When we got to the condo that we were to be renting, the property management person was a no show, and she wasn't answering her phone. We finally reached the Mexican man who does the yard maintenance, but he said that no one had seen her for a couple of weeks. Fortunately, a nice young man from Vancouver who is renting one of the condos let us sleep in his second bedroom, but it was not exactly how we imagined our first night in Puerto Vallarta would be.
The next morning, the property management company finally sent someone over to let us in, but the place was really dusty, as it hadn't been used for quite some time. We sat out by the pool until 3:00 when they finally finished cleaning it.
Now, you would think that laying by the pool in paradise wouldn’t be such a hardship, but I found that I had to keep reminding myself to be grateful in all circumstances. It was true that our flight down here went as smoothly as it possibly could have, and I was grateful for that. It was also true that we were rescued from having to sleep on a park bench, or more likely having to find a hotel room on one of the busiest weekends of the entire tourist season. It was also true that we enjoyed our evening visiting with our new friend Nathan, who was a brilliant young man who has travelled all over the world setting up computer systems for both large companies and for non profits in developing countries. Meeting him was a blessing that we would have missed out on if all had gone smoothly with our original rental agreement. It is also true that the weather was a near to perfect as it could have been as we relaxed by the pool.
I’m not sure what it is about me that wants to find fault with a situation. It is my default switch, my habit of thought that somehow or other thinks that life should be perfect. When it isn’t, I can so easily fall into grumpiness and complaining, which only makes the situation worse! Knowing that I was going to eventually have to come clean on this blog, though, helped me to stay focused on seeing the good in the experience. We ended up having a pretty good couple of days in spite of the challenges, and are now happily ensconced in our lovely P.V. home away from home. In fact, we might never leave!