Ciao Puerto Vallarta!

Oh Puerto Vallarta, you’ve stolen my heart and you’ve conquered my soul.

From the first looks out the windows of our taxi, your ocean view with mountains as your back ground, the clouds dancing through your peaks, playing hide and seek with the sun.

Your citizen, so ever welcoming, helpful and so pretty. You can see in their eyes that they are living in paradise. When you look into them you just want to get a hold of their essence, their spirit and their joie de vivre.

Visiting your beaches, where the sand looks like it’s sparkled with gold, makes me understand why Don Perdro de Alvarado  thought it was a great place to establish himself with it’s first colony

Sitting with your sand in sparkles of gold, the great white wales wave at you from a distance where you can actually see them smiles.

If you find that little corner restaurant, you can indulge yourself in some of the best traditional Mexican food I’ve had. Fresh, spicy, tangy, you inspire me to keep cooking with local ingredients. Your mole, so beautiful and from all colours, just makes you dreams of all the possibilities that international cuisine can offer.

Local residents embracing each other’s business, with the local cafes and restaurants. Welcoming each other with big smiles and arms wide open. If you take the time, you can learn from each other, you can share experiences and connect through the soul. I think of the great owners,  @ Té Latte Café, Ulises & Citlaly striving to own their own business after years of working in the tourism industry.

You rapidly feel at home in PVR, that’s how confortable they make you feel.

Thank you for grounding me, thank you for making me slow down, we’ll see you soon!

Hasta la proxima vez!












Veronique

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