La daabacay: 31.12.2021
There I stood in the hotel lobby of the Marriott with flip-flops, Back-to-Future Festival swim shorts, my faded 'No One Is Illegal' shirt, sunglasses, and a trucker cap ('Reward Category 6'?!). We postponed our journey to Guadalajara for the next day.
The evening before, Andy was out with his girlfriend Kayte. The flight attendant from San Francisco had been given a double room for her two-day stay in PV. So, I was quickly invited to exchange our hostel for a luxury beach resort, and so I hastily left my eight-bed room at night.
In the morning, we enjoyed an exquisite breakfast buffet with mimosas, courtesy of Alaska Airlines. Andy and I managed to sneak in. Later, we brought Oscar from the hostel and spent the day together at the hotel pool overlooking the ocean... with cool drinks from the mini supermarket around the corner. It was December 30, 2021.
The hotel district was located in close proximity to the airport and the marina with the cruise ship terminal, away from the old town. An American enclave that reminded us more of Miami Beach than Mexico.