PUERTO VALLARTA, Jalisco, Mexico - It's New Year's Eve and the world here is gearing up for a night of wild dancing, loud fireworks (There are quiet ones?) and plenty of that 'frozen concoction' that Jimmy Buffet sings about in his song Margaritaville.
It's 7 p.m. here and the neighborhood is eerily quiet, the calm before the real action starts just before midnight.
The city culture here doesn't really even start most nights until after 10 p.m. and tonight, given that everyone has to claim that they stayed awake to bring in the New Year, the parties will begin even later.
The wild card is that it is Sunday - traditionally a very quiet time for most of the Mexican families. Several of the neighborhood restaurants where I thought we might dine tonight were closed when we walked by an hour ago.
No matter, there's booze in the blender already, but I don't dare push the button to start that train rolling for a few more hours if there's any chance I'll see midnight.
I regret to report that there are no gratitious bikini photos with today's missive - I was too busy have a great time in the surf to snap any photos, though it was a remarkable day for photography. (Great lighting, you know.)
But I did snap the photo below of a Mom and her daughter aboard their four-wheeled cycle, out having a fun day. Mexico's laws about helmets, et al, are a tad less strict than those in the U.S.
Out for a ride
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