January 30, 2011. Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico. People.

I evesdrop shamelessly.  This morning while waiting for the shuttle I over heard several folks from Saskatchewan discussing the weather at home.   They did not know each other until this morning but just started chatting while standing waiting for the shuttle and discovered that they were all from different towns in that province.  One lived in Saskatoon, where the temperature was 40 degrees below zero.   At that temperature, Celcius and Fahrenheit is the same, but I know that is cold.  The two other couples live in smaller towns outside bigger towns, but they mumbled their words and as I was not part of the conversation, felt it rude to ask them to speak up.  All three couples were thrilled to be away from Saskatchewan.

People are interesting in that the ways they got to Mexico were very different.  One lady and her husband have been spending the whole winter in Mexico.  The first winter after retirement, they came for two weeks and just decided to stay all winter.  They rent places in Mexico, using the Internet, and use the bus to get around.  They were in Acapulco for four weeks in January, then  will rent a place in our Playa Royale for four weeks,  and next take the bus up to Cabo San Lucas, until finally returning home at the end of April.  In July, August and September they do the same thing but in Canada.   The last two summers they spent on PEI. again renting a place.  Her last sentence before we got on the shuttle was "Sometime soon I will be forced to stay at home, but in the meantime, we hit the road".

Another two folks who we met are much younger,  have moved here full time.  Ten months ago they came for a vacation but when they got home they decided to sell their home and move south, so they did, driving down in their large Mercedes.  We chatted with them briefly yesterday afternoon while we were having coffee at a funky little cafe over on the Marina.  They walked past us and commented to us that we were drinking at a spot usually used by the locals, which was true.  Later in the afternoon, he spotted us walking home from the market so he stopped to talk.  Fascinating what people are doing.   We would love to chat with them some more but we never exchanged names or numbers.  It is definitely one of the charms of this place, the people we meet.