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Dreaming of Dreams


This Midwest winter weather is leading to fairly regular past vacation reminiscing. Today's daydream...Dreams Villamagna in beautiful Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. In actuality it is in Nayarit, but a mere 40 minute cab ride to PV. It was our first visit to the west coast of Mexico. We previously honeymooned in Riviera Maya south of Cancun. Let me just say I loved the Puerto Vallarta area. So much so that vacation #2 is in the works, but that is another post. Dreams Villamagna is all-inclusive and right on the Bay of Baderas. The bay is also surrounded by the Sierra Madre Mountains. It doesn't get much better than that. The room was spacious. The layout would be a bit awkward (read: not much privacy) for a family, but perfect for a couple. The balcony had views of the resort and ocean. The back of the resort had beautiful views of the mountains. It was simply paradise. Beautiful grounds and pool. Palapas and chairs on the beach. Waitstaff to bring you drinks. It was very relaxing. Aside from a few walks down the beach, we stayed at the resort. Our days were spent reading by the pool, sipping Miami Vices and Dirty Monkeys. We had dinner at one of the restaurants each night, and there was usually some sort of entertainment. The food was good...no complaints. My favorite though was the green juice at breakfast each morning.  The main ingredient was nopales mixed with other things. I have tried to replicatate it at home, but no such luck. Yet another reason why a return visit is needed. So I will admit here that I was a little nervous to travel to Mexico. My plan was to just stay at the resort. On the last day, I was convinced by my very persuasive husband to go into town. We took a cab and were dropped off right at the start of the Malecon. We shopped and wandered for a bit. I really enjoyed it. We saw students getting out of school, and for a very brief second we experienced a very small part of life in PV.  In hind site, I wish I would have done my homework and made better use of our time there. That wish has led to trip number two.  Let's just say that this one will be different. I no longer have the fear of travel.  If anything, I want to engrain even more in the culture.

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