Ahh...Mexico

Paul and I just returned from Mexico! We spent a week in Peurto Vallarta at a nice hotel on the beach. We started off the trip by taking the city bus to the hotel. I asked the bus driver if he went to our hotel and he shook his head yes so we hopped on luggage and all. There were mostly Americans on the bus so I figured we were headed to the hotel district. Slowly everyone starts getting off the bus, but we aren't seeing our hotel so I dig into my bag to pull out the map. We then stop at a hotel where about 100 local workers (no joke!) hop on the bus and we look around and realize that we are the only "tourists" on the bus. I then realize that we are heading out of the hotel zone... Paul, using his broken Spanish, asks one of the locals where are we as he is pointing to the map? They can't understand each other, but by his gestures we figured out that we missed our stop and are heading in the wrong direction. So Paul is yelling at the bus driver to stop the bus so we can get off. As we get off the bus, Paul takes out about 5 guys standing in the aisle banging our luggage around. Another bus ride later, we are able to get to our hotel...2 hrs behind schedule. After that experience we decided that we wouldn't venture out too much since the point of this vacation was to relax. We layed in the sun for a week, I got a spa treatment, we walked the beach and ate great food...all at the resort. When it was time to leave, we chose to get a cab ride to get to the airport.