Puerto Vallarta is a intriguing town to wonder around, but if you are going to gawk, be alert to where you walk. or you will find yourself doing the stub and stumble shuffle. Most of the sidewalks in the main tourist area are flat, smooth and well maintained. It is off the beaten path that your eyesight and agility are tested, especially at night.
As mentioned above, in the main tourist area the walkways are safe to navigate and wander, as evidenced by the last three pictures. Here one is able to be as graceful as one is able. A few steps with your favourite libation in hand and you are safe to navigate unscathed. If you follow the winding trail (small black stones embedded in cement) you are on your way safely. Graceful
We finally arrived here on Wednesday, in sunny Puerto Vallarta, or what we snow birds call paradise. After settling into our new apartment, we went to seek out some of our old haunts. It was like we had never left.
Enjoy some of the pics from this beautiful town. The Mexicans have a lot to offer, and you do not have to walk far to find it. Food, drinks, culture and their great hospitality.
The texture and ambiance of Puerto Vallarta is something that simply has to be experienced. Over the next four months, I hope to be able to bring you as much of the fabric of this place that words can convey, that is if I don’t get swallowed by its appetite for adventurous travellers.
As if we don’t have enough on our plate, what with Christmas just around the corner, packing for our trip to Mexico on January 11th, we have to have all our possessions packed and ready for the movers on January 6th, in preparation for our move to British Columbia next summer.
But we can do this. I am reminded of that fact every time I look outside at the 30 cm of snow and the -10c temps.
But here is just three of the reasons of many why this will come together.
Reason number two.
And reason number three.
I can practically smell the salt water from here!!!
Well, maybe not quite that far. But it is about 4000 kilometers far. All the way to the west coast of Canada. Just beyond the horizon. I know it is there because Maggie and I spent a month this past summer travelling the provinces of Alberta and British Columbia. I fell in love with B.C., and Maggie is from Vancouver Island. The decision to head the wagons west next summer seemed like the next chapter in our love for exploring the great outdoors.
Someone once said if you set your horizon to far out, it becomes unobtainable, too close, and you face disappointment when you get there. Well, we have both been there, and the place worked its magic. I know that we have made the right decision. We are going to have the opportunity to meet new people, hike new trails and to just immerse ourselves in a new New Horizon.
The pictures below are just a few of the thousands we took. Please enjoy.
Kamloops Lake, B.C.
Thompson River south of Kamloops, B. C.
Sunwapta Falls, Jasper National Park, Alberta.
Travelling down the Icefields Parkway
Athabasca Glacier, Columbia Icefield, B.C.
View from Sulphur Rdige, Miette Hot Spings, Jasper National Park.
Lake Louise, Banff, Alberta
En route to Vancouver island.
Haida totem poles, Capalano Suspension bridge park, B.C.
Grizzly Bear, Grouse Mountain, B.C.
Red cedar, Cathedral Grove, MacMillan Provincial Park, Vancouver Island.
I believe in magic. And why not. Magic has been around since the first wand was waved. It was there when I was growing up, and it is still there; and I am still growing. I have aged ever so slightly, but not too old to not be mystified and transformed by words, the world and wisdom.
And I am talking about real magic here; pure, unadulterated, fairy popping , magic! Not illusion – illusion as defined by Webster is something that is false or not real but seems to be true or real. This is magic in it’s most honest sense. Magic that has the power to influence the course of events by employing mysterious forces.
Now let’s bring this along to a personal level. Into my life enters a lady that has worked magic. That has made things happen that science could probably find an answer for, but that would ruin all my fun. Magic has entered my life, and I like it. I have been touched; by her words and her heart, with kindness, caring and honesty. And in other ways. I have been intrigued, excited, my curiosity piqued, my being challenged. But above all, there is a stirring in my soul. I have had a whole new world presented magically to me; it was always there, but I was blind to it. I have been smitten by the power of one….. and love.
After my divorce, I became bottled up in my own anger and regret. I felt alienated, and did not want to associate with anybody. But that is not how life works. In time, I welcomed a new person into my life and the magic began. I feel like I have had a spell cast over me; one of love, kindness, patience and understanding.
I didn’t know it at the time, but I was on a journey, misunderstood by some, but it was mine, not theirs to make sense of. This journey is far from over. Oh, that magic, it is still weaving it’s spell.
So,… there is a word I don’t see every day, or use for that matter. Now, what examples to find. As one fellow blogger put it “yikes”.
Into the archives. After much pawing about, I came up with a few pics that I hope will fit the bill. See what you think.
My first find was discovered this past summer washed up on the beach at Tofino, British Columbia. Transformed by wind and water over a number of years into this rather grotesque sculpture. I suspect it was at one time part of the root of a western red cedar. How long it was there is anybody’s guess; subject to the comings and goings of tide and time.
This one caught my eye as we were walking through Vancouver. And you thought windows were flat! Reminds me of the mirrors in the fun house at a carnival.
These two I have used before, but they are fun and shows what can happen when one has a shaky grip on the camera. We are not being invaded here, just the moon on the move.
So there you have it. I’m sure I could find other pics, but that digging I will leave up to you. Cheers. Transmogrify
While on our way to Mexico last year, these two sites caught my eye. The one on the left (the serpent) is near Gainesville Missouri, and the other is over Prairie Du Rocher, Illinois. The sun was just in the right place to make these locations shine.
This night scene in Puerto Vallarta was too tempting to pass by. The play of light and shadows shouted, take a picture. There are not too many street lights in PV, but this one worked its magic.
The little body of water by a local trail jumped to life when sunshine flooded through a break in the clouds. The sun is also responsible for the reflection on the cow bell, creating its own circle of light. Though the salt lamp struggles to shine,giving off more of a glow than anything, its light is very warming.
As the day comes to a close, an evening ritual takes place. The rays soften and they beckon us to share their last few moments. It is pure magic. The shine may be off for the day, but the memory lingers. Shine
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