2/28/25 Back to PV

      I started my day with a walk. I headed a direction I had not gone many times, to see what kind of new things there was to see. After a bit, I saw a sign advertising a bagel, and coffee. That seems to be how I like to start my day on this trip. I got seated, spoke my Spanglish to the nice lady, and was soon sipping a coffee, and writing. There was a sign on the table; “Please keep on mind that we are not an office or a co-working spot! Laptops are welcome while you are consuming. Please while you are here, consider that we are a family business of coffee and pastries not an office. Thank you for understanding and support. This sign was not meant for me. It is meant for the “digital nomads” who come down here to live in paradise, off their big tech incomes, and try to live on the cheap. They camp and work where ever they can access the internet. However, it made me self conscious of sitting and typing. So, I only had one coffee.

     I explored a bit, and soon I was walking on the beach. I took some time to watch the surfers, I even got a little video. It is tricky to catch a wave. It is also tricky to make all the variables line up to catch a surfer riding one, in focus. (Maybe it is time to upgrade the old iPhone 13 Pro Max to a 16?) There is a lady in this town, I have seen before, while we were swimming amongst the surfers. I considered chatting her up, about the ins-and-outs of surfing, but I got self conscious about her being there to surf. Not to talk to creepers like me. I suspect I could have navigated the conversation in a non-creepy manor, but I was intimidated by her fashion sense. This lady surfs in a long sleeved black rash guard up top, and a black thong bottom. She has a creamy white complexion that contrasts with the black nicely. She has a butt of a very nice, and intriguing shape. She looks quite elegante straddling her surf board. Thank you ma’am. I really like you style…

     After watching the surfers. I made my way back to my roof top patio. There is a coffee place right across the street. So, I took a cup up with me to finish my morning writing. After Chris departed to for the airport, Dave joined me on the roof. We discussed our plan for the day. Today we would be traveling to Puerto Vallarta, via an Uber. We packed up our things, and made arraignments to stow our luggage after check out. We headed to a taco place called Taqueria Los Reyes. My friend miss Keala told me it was her favorite spot in this town. On a Friday, at lunch time, they were closed. We wandered around and found a different spot. It was called Tacos Diose. We order chips and guac to share. I ordered 2 Mixto (pork and beef) and 2 Asada O Adobada. I need to reel in my eating. If we have chips and guac. I don’t need 4 tacos. Two or three would probably suffice. However they can range in size quite a bit. The Guacamole at this place was some of the best of the trip. Fuck, it was good!

     We gathered our belongings, and walked south out of town center to catch our Uber. Soon, Juan was picking us up, and helping us stow our bags in the trunk. I kept my cooler-bag with me in the car. Around 2pm, we were in north PV. David and I discussed if this was a good time for a beer. A Google search confirmed it was legal to drink a beer in a Taxi. Dave used google to help him find his words. Then, he asked Juan if it was OK for us to open a couple beer. I did not understand all the words Juan used, but his body language, and tone told me his answer, “Of corse it is OK.” I produced a couple tall cans of Victoria from my cooler bag. It is a light, 4% ABV Vienna style, amber colored lager. It is one of our favorites down here. We shared a Salute and got giddy as we started to roll on the cobbles, and into the old part of town. A block or two from our lodging. Dave said to Juan, “Aqui es Bieno” and Juan stopped the car.

     Juan helped us with our bags, and we made our way into Monzon Brewing Company. We had an hour and fifteen minutes to kill before we could check in. I had a Mexican Lager, and Dave had a dry hopped pilsner called “1842”. That date is the birthdate of the Pilsner style of beer. My Mexican Lager was not hitting for me. I thought I was picking up notes of a pour fermentation. It is also possible the faucet was just dunked in the beer, tainting it with the funk from prevues dunkings. I did not complain, and I have not ordered another one. I probably won’t take another chance on it. You poor beers for a living, please mind the hygiene of the faucet. In USA craft beer, my culture. WE KEEP THE FUCKING FAUCET OUT OF THE BEER! Monzon has a solid West Coast IPA, and that 1842 is tasty enough. Not exactly my kind of Pilsner, but it hits.

     After checkin, we got settled. Then headed out for dinner. There is a place right across from us called Los Molcajetes. They had a spit of nicely charred Al Pastor. So, we ordered up chips, and Queso Fondito. I got 2 Al Pastor, 1 Rib Eye, and one Asada. Dave just got 1 Al Pastor and 1 Chorizo. They were nice Tacos, but I think the Al Pastor game up in Saylulita is better.

     We hit up the brewery for a couple more pints and called in an “early nite”.

Oh, we also had us a “Craft Beer Tasting” from a bottle we found at the grocery story. I will add those notes at the bottom….