Bar Man And His Eggs
Everyone brought something, from rice pudding with lingonberry sauce to fried chicken wings. It was a very nice spread, indeed.
Plenty To Go Around
The table only looked pretty for a short time, though, because soon everyone descended on it like vultures on a dead zebra.
Vultures On A Dead Zebra
And Us
Most of the party-goers were dressed in their typical touristy gear. But Ira, who now lives down here full time, seems to have gone native.
Cowboy Ira
We ended the evening with a dessert of jello-shots. Just the thing.
Salud And Slurp
Another fun evening here in lovely Puerto Vallarta. Just a little over a week left before I return home and it seems like I just got here. Still a few fun things planned though, and I really do need to catch up on posting about some of the things I have already done.
Tomorrow morning I go out to a lawyer's office or a bank, not sure which, and finally, after nine years, finalize the trust on this place. In Mexico you can't, if you aren't a Mexican citizen, own land within twenty miles of the ocean or a border. Instead you get a 50 year bank trust that you can renew. If it happens, great. If not, who cares. This time, though, I think it might be for real, they want their money for the closing costs. I will let you know how it turns out.
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