Home again, home again, jiggity-jig

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!