Paradise Found!



Java sporting her Red "Doggles"

Beach Palapas at Punta Mita

Relaxing at Punta Mita

This is The Life

It was back to blue sky and hot temperatures after the previous short rain spell.  The sun was so bright even Java needed her sunglasses for her daily walks.  One Sunday afternoon we decided to take a bus ride into the village of Punta Mita, located at the far northeast end of Banderas Bay.  This excursion involved an intermediate bus stop and transfer.  While waiting for our next bus, a local asked us where we were going and offered to point out the correct bus for us; perhaps we looked lost.  A short time later his bus arrived so he passed the information on to another local who took over the role of  Good Samaritan.  We are constantly amazed and overwhelmed by the kindness and good nature of the Mexican people; it almost brings tears to our eyes.  They live simple lives with big  hearts; it’s always a pleasure to be around these caring, loving people.  We can honestly say that not a single person has been discourteous or impatient, wow!  After getting on the right bus and thanking those who had helped us, we were on our way to Punta Mita speeding along a winding road above the ocean cliffs.  Having reached the last stop at a round-about, we got off the bus and walked into the small village of Punta Mita; what a gorgeous little spot!  The cove is lined with palm trees and adorable palapa cafes that overlook a white sandy beach and clear blue water; about a dozen boats were anchored a quarter mile off shore.  As we sat and enjoyed our lunch gazing out at the beautiful scenery, it reminded us of Hawaii - it's one of those “this is the life” kind of places.  We soon discovered that our waiter had lived for a number of years in the suburbs of Seattle including Kirkland; he had been in construction and drove heavy machinery.  It was great fun to have met him.  After lunch and a stroll on the beach, we caught the bus headed south and got off at the small town of Bucerias where we discovered a busy Sunday market.  Leonard found those leather sandals he had been looking for and also purchased a nice tailored white shirt.  Not to be outdone, I bought a shiny wooden bowl imprinted with the Aztec calendar, a perfect fruit bowl I contended.  Since the day was spent, pun intended, we grabbed a taxi for the ride home to Nuevo Vallarta.



Boy selling Elotes (cobs of corn) at Punta Mita

Sunday Market at Bucerias

Sunday Market at Bucerias