I have to say, there's nothing like a week in Puerto Vallarta at a place called the Velas Vallarta Resort to completely take your mind off of the rainy, cold Pacific Northwest.
It was an eight day trip, but it felt like I was gone for a month!
Below, a short synopsis of the trip.
Day 1: Met the Iguanas roaming the hotel grounds:
Of course, I was already missing my 12 chicken girls. I had to laugh when I saw the one and only piece of art in our hotel room:
Day 2: Lounged by the big pool:
Day 3: Lounged by the small pool:
Day 4: Thinking I needed to do something more than just lounge by the various pristine pools, I pulled out a book and held it on my lap for a bit:
Day 5: Despite my tremendous fear of heights, I crumbled under group pressure and allowed myself to be convinced that I really needed to go parasailing:
This is me, clutching the ropes so tight I had cramps in my hands when I got back down:
Day 6: We took a trip into the city. (Please note my very cute chicken bag, courtesy of the talented Michelle at Sugarcreekstuff):
That evening, we watched an incredible fireworks display from outside our room:
My friend, the gecko:
Day 7: Lounged on the beach:
Day 8: Late Sunday night we returned home.
My oldest son and his girlfriend were waiting for us:
They had all sorts of Mother's Day treats waiting for me, including this magnificent hand-made cherry pie (my fave):
My pup, Roxy, and I were very happy to see each other:
It was a good time away, but it's really nice to be home!