Just like that, my 12-day-long vacation has come to an end, and it’s back to reality. After almost 2 weeks of lounging, eating as much as I can, and having my feet in the sand, I’m back home at my desk writing this PW. This is my third year going to the same city, at the same time, to the same resort. It may sound a bit repetitive, but it’s actually made some of the most memorable trips for me. Once you visit the same place for the third time (at least in Puerto Vallarta), I’ve noticed that the people who are still there are always so happy to see me and my family come along.
The shopkeepers, the staff at the resort, and really anyone who we had talked to the year before lit up when we came over and said hello. There was this one server, who had talked to me and my family quite a bit, who saw us back at the pool on the second day of our trip. The minute he saw us, he looked so happy and excited that we decided to come back. The hospitality in the city is something I really adore. Yesterday, when me and my family were getting on the shuttle to the airport, one of the staff members came over to us to say goodbye, and she said “Same time next year?” It’s hard to not want to come back after how amazing everyone has been over the last couple weeks. Then there’s the miracle of air travel, which somehow gets me over half of Mexico and the entire continental United States in just under five hours. It’s crazy to think about. Puerto Vallarta, you have everything I want.