January 23, 2010. Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico. Home.

Arriving here is always a special treat. The young folks at our resort welcome us by name and are always pleased to see us. I suspect they do that for everyone but it certainly makes for a pleasant arrival. Over the years that we have coming to Puerto Vallarta the airport has been expanded and made modern with lots of marble everywhere and of course everything at the terminal air conditioned. The first few times we arrived here everything at the airport was out of doors which meant for a warm arrival, as we were wearing northern clothes. But now the airport is efficient and modern and cool which is a great blessing.

Arriving here is a little like driving off an island home where when you leave, all your worries are left behind. Nothing matters except the sun and the foliage and you are left free as a breeze to walk and exercise and read with no regard for the cares of the world. This works well for about a week or two but by the third week we always look for projects. Humans are incredibly obtuse, never being happy without a to-do list for long. But this is really a lovely home. My clothes are all put in their place and the apartment in my order, except of course for Ken's things. He will attend to his belongings in due course, meaning when he needs them. But I am ready for our stay here and I will enjoy.