On the Street in Puerto Vallarta

52 Weeks!

It seemed like craziness everywhere, but maybe that's because we just stepped off the safety of the cruise ship and into a van driven by a man we don't know. The streets were narrow. Cars parked alongside the road with others whizzing past with hardly enough room to do so.   When the van parked we were told we had fifteen minutes to tour the little downtown area and use the restroom and get a drink. People were sitting in the outdoor cafe's eating and drinking. Others were working on street repair ... or was it disrepair ... it was so hard to tell. I was looking everywhere, trying to enjoy the sights and at the same time keep an eye out for someone who might be watching us ... we were foreigners there. We walked around a few short blocks and it seemed that the fifteen minutes were up. Back to the van we went.