After a fantastic time in adorable little Sayulita, it was time for some big resort living. Just two nights in a Marriott in Puerta Vallarta, but we were excited for less bugs and more hot water.
We were offered an upgrade to a room with a view. We declined and found our room still had a pretty spectacular view from the balcony.
We literally jumped out of the taxi and ran down to take it in.
Then we walked along the boardwalk to take in the sights.
Including these guys...
Serafina telling secrets to the giant ear.
We ended our stroll at a pretty fantastic restaurant that the concierge at the hotel recommended.
I mean, Sayulita is great but you're not going to be served flaming dancing fajitas.
The musicians were terrific and they played Guantanamera, which is a song my dad loved to sing along with whenever he heard it.
Again, we loved Sayulita but they didn't have a night market with a cake booth.
Saturday we woke up early and headed to the port to go on an excursion called "Outdoor Adventure". This outing started with a 20 minute speedboat ride to a small beach south of Puerta Vallarta, which I wasn't thrilled about because of my earlier boat barfing, but I did just fine.
After the boat, we loaded onto these Unimog trucks to head up into the jungle.
At "base camp" we geared up for the day. Harnesses and helmets on!
But we still needed to travel further up the mountains into the jungle. For that, we rode mules. Yes, mules. Mine was named "Mosca", which is a slang term for fly (my dad taught me that). Mosca decided he wanted to run up that hill and I wasn't a fan. My thighs were sore the next day from squeezing on for dear life. Serafina apparently almost slide off her mule too. And Leo's mule was the slow poke and brought up the rear. That certainly wasn't my favorite part but we made it, and it was on to the rest of the adventure. We took nine ziplines through the jungle, rappelled down a waterfall, and finished off with a waterslide that required we wear hockey masks with full face protection. Oh man. It was scary, exhausting and so much fun. We definitely made some memories. No phones were allowed on the course (with good reason), but I don't think any of us will ever forget the experience.
After the boat, we loaded onto these Unimog trucks to head up into the jungle.
At "base camp" we geared up for the day. Harnesses and helmets on!
But we still needed to travel further up the mountains into the jungle. For that, we rode mules. Yes, mules. Mine was named "Mosca", which is a slang term for fly (my dad taught me that). Mosca decided he wanted to run up that hill and I wasn't a fan. My thighs were sore the next day from squeezing on for dear life. Serafina apparently almost slide off her mule too. And Leo's mule was the slow poke and brought up the rear. That certainly wasn't my favorite part but we made it, and it was on to the rest of the adventure. We took nine ziplines through the jungle, rappelled down a waterfall, and finished off with a waterslide that required we wear hockey masks with full face protection. Oh man. It was scary, exhausting and so much fun. We definitely made some memories. No phones were allowed on the course (with good reason), but I don't think any of us will ever forget the experience.