Well fuck, I am not ready to come home yet. There are still tacos in this town I have not eaten yet. Saturday morning March 2:

     Today was my last day in Puerto Vallarta. I headed down to Birrieria Robles, and they were open. I found a seat at a table. I ordered 3 crispy Birria tacos, consume, and a Mexican Coke. Soon, I was sharing my table with a gringo, and a Mexican fellow. They spoke Spanish to each other. I regret not trying to chat with them, but it was pretty early in the day for me to try to be social with strangers. When my tacos came, they were delicious, and on pare with my other two great Birria experiences. I paid close attention while I ate. I believe the internet is correct, and this place serves goat. If this was indeed goat, when stewed in consume, it is delicious! Kinda like some of the lamb I have eaten. More research is needed. (Note, I still need to eat some tasty bunny. Anyone got a good recommendation?) I swung through my favorite coffee spot, and got a 16 oz Americano, with cream. Then, did some writing in the courtyard. I exchanged some txt messages with Dave. We decided to meet down by the beach for a hang out after his morning run.

     I made my way down to the meeting area, and soon was joined by a sweaty, shirtless Dave. I offered him one of the two beers in my pack, but he was not feeling it. Eventually he shirted up, and we walked through the weekend market. If I ever come back to PV it will be planned around a “fat kid day” in this market. There was all kinds of neat shit I have not eaten yet! When the time was close to 11, we parted ways. I told him I would save the hug for some time he was not covered in sweat…

I made my flight, and am on my way home. If you are reading this, the plain landed safely. If you actually read all of these long ass txt messages. Thank you. I hope it brought you joy. As you can see, these are no longer just txt messages, and have been added to my website. Can you imagine getting on a plane in sunny 83ºF Puerto Vallarta. Then, getting off in a 40ºF, drizzly Seattle? Y’all should really feel sorry for me….