Now for the first few in PV

I am sure I am going to get this eye from some of you.....ya, uh-huh, ok, enough with the trip already. Could you post any more pictures?

Actually yes I could, you know me.

So here is the batch from the first few days of the trip.

I have a few more to share with you that are trip related but they will wait till next time.

They are of a few finished pottery pieces and my prized market purchases.

I want to stage those photos though.

Back to the batch.

From first light in the morning until supper Ethan was content to sit on the beach with his trucks and Poppa.

Boys being boys.

While I sat with my sketch book under the grass umbrella things. What are they called?

I had grand plans of writing a book while laying on the beach. Ha, ha. Did I forget that I have kids or something when I planed that?!

I don't think they know I snuck this shot.

Uh....love you guys!

And you guys.

Fernando. the master salsa maker.

Don't ask. Ok, stop looking at me, look at Alex's head and the bowl.

Whew, that is better. I kept forgetting how big my belly looked. And then I saw the pictures.

What they were looking at I have no idea but their expressions are all different.

The cafe.

Ethan loved to pick flowers for Kaitlyn and I. He made it a mission.

Playing into the sunset.

This was one of my favourite times of the day besides first light in the morning. The beach is empty and there is just the sound of the waves.

This will be my happy place when I am in a bad state.....or labour.

Ahhh, good morning!

And after a quick jaunt down to the beach we would get set up with painting pottery.

I wondered and I know a few others do too about the paints we used.

I had never seen such vivid colored paints for pottery or clay before. Here they are all really pale and then after fired come out brighter.

I wondered if maybe they were lead based or an acrylic of some sort but the pottery guys spoke no English and I could only understand the part of the label that said "Toxic, keep away from children."

So if anyone knows what kind of paint it was I would love to know!

After painting Kaitlyn would meet up with Grandma and head to the pool.

Around lunch we would meet at the beach and watch the vendors go by with their loot.

Once in a while we would buy something.

Then it was down time. Naps or little strolls.

And then back out again for...of course......Bingo in the bar!

Another night to cherish and hide away in that happy place.

Breakfast! Chex with yogurt balls. I have never seen such bright or vivid cereal.  Kinda beats the pancakes and eggs I made the other days.

Mornings on the beach. 

Before everyone else comes out and there is no music blaring from down the beach, it is bliss.

I always thought this time of day would be cool and not so enjoyable but it wasn't at all. 

I have read many times over on SAJ's blog about their early morning outings and how they love them. I figured it was just them and that was their thing. Turns out it is a pretty amazing thing.

I wish I could go back and soak up those mornings a little more than I did.

Even the goofy parts.

Another morning of painting.

This was the morning that Lori joined us.

The pottery guy would go over all our work and outline certain parts of it.

I loved the results.

Now I have to remember to take pictures of the last piece I did. It is a little plate. 

I can really make a dress look like a tent.

Another favourite thing was the fresh breads and pastries at the market. I have never seen anything like it before. 

There were four isles of pastires. My mouth would water and we would get all kinds of goodies to try.

The second time that we went out for dinner....actually the first since this post should have come before the next.

We got sarinaded. It was interesting. Quite the festive spirit.

Then we walked down to the boardwalk for an evening stroll.

We bought cotton candy and ran into one of Fernando's uncles on a street corner.

Another night I hope I will never forget. I still am trying to sort it all out in my mind. The sights, the sounds, the smells.

The melding of a few languages, cars honking, birds chirping uah-uah, music sifting out from businesses and clubs, the ocean waves and vendors with their gadgets.

The sights, all the different people, both tourists and locals, the kids, the balloons, the sun setting, the sand sculptures and all the statues, the trees, the buildings and lights, and the colors. I love colors.

 And then the smells. Food being one, street smells of the cars and trucks, perfumes from passer byes, the ocean and garbage.

Somehow it just all comes together as a magical and intriguing place. 

Ah, Mexico.