For my birthday, I was treated to an extra special trip to Puerto Vallarta. We had a great time, drank a lot of tequila (Don Julio Reposado was my favorite), and I even partook of a local "authentic" dish...cricket tacos. It rained (heavily) for the first several days...like hurricane size rain. A cab we took home one night was filled with about 6 inches of water. Another night were locked out of our condo and had to scale down a cliff (in flip-flops), past the prickly vines, snakes & tarantulas, hurdle over a spiked wall, and sneak in through the back door. Well, someone must have seen us, because the next morning the back door was padlocked shut. So now we were locked IN the condo with no way out.
But one of my favorite memories has to be my birthday. We went to "Daquiri Dick's" right on the beach. Granted you couldn't see the beach through the maelstrom. I had a large red snapper, served still on the spit (yummy!). A strolling musician surprised me with a Spanish version of "Happy Birthday" and the waiters presented me with this cake...
Gee, it looks so nice...except my name's not "Cris"...
1 comment:
I don't think it's "Cris." I think the baker was spelling "Gringo" and ran out of icing.
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