When I was a little girl, in the 50’s and 60’s, we always took a family vacation. Mama, Daddy, my brother, Pat and I would load up the car and hit the road. My favorite vacations were camping along the Blue Ridge Parkway and trips to Daytona Beach. We had a very structured day to day life and vacations, particularly to the beach, were like a fantasy.
I love the ocean! It is magical. I can sit and just watch the water for hours. I never wanted to go home to our ordinary life after a few days at the beach. To me going to the beach was “going through the mirror” to a special magical place that was usually only in our dreams.
I sit tonight on a balcony on the 13th floor overlooking the Bay of Banderas, just south of Puerto Vallarta. The last of the glow of the sunset is red along the horizon and Jupiter and Venus are glowing in the sky. The waves are crashing on the rocks and it is very loud.
Tomorrow we head home to Phoenix from the other side of the mirror. Again it has been a magical time near the ocean. This part of Mexico is mountainous, with beautiful flowers and trees. We saw whales in the ocean, hiked the botanical gardens, had dinner on the Malecon and went to the beach in Bucerias. We are traveling with family and friends, some of whom live in this area and it is very special to have this time with those I love and see Mexico through the eyes of those who call this beautiful place home.
The lights are twinkling, it is very peaceful. Gracias to the warm, friendly Mexican people, to my family (and extended family). I hope to be back soon.
Adios Amigos
Que Dios bendiga a México
Musings of This Old Girl 