Puerto VallIarta UnPlanned

My cousin Colin and his wife Corrina are vacationing in Puerto Vallarta here, and my girlfriend Bonnie flew in last night. My cousin and I had not known we were both going to be here at the same time, and Bonnie and I did. I love both situations. The Scheerschmidts came downtown looking for me, and fortunately found a sign I had written on the white metal grating of the El Sofa Cafe, which had closed at 5 pm as Amaranta headed home. Although we were corresponding by facebook they weren't able to get my full messages, so were waiting at a hotel I told them I was going to stay at. Problem was I wasn't going to be there until the end of the week. Persistence paid off, and the hotel stafffer was knocking on my window to tell me they were at the Hacienda de Vallarta's lobby. We bought booze from the grocery stores and justed walked around without a clue where we were going. We were all noting how exotic things were and felt. A roadside stand provided some excellent quesadillas with chorizo and pork. Rode my motorcycle out to the airport to pick up Bonnie at 945 and had a wonderful reunion. We are in the Zona Romantica after all.