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So this is the view from our table Sunday evening.  Not bad, huh?  We’re down here in Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico during the rainy season, so the rivers are rushing and the water is high over the banks, churning with the brown water from the mountains.  As a result, we’re not seeing the blue water we’d expected but it’s still a beautiful sight regardless.

The mountains are gorgeous and honestly, don’t even seem real.  The grounds here are amazing and there is a constant flurry of people cleaning and keeping this resort picture perfect.

There is some outside wireless signal that sporadically comes in our room which is how I’m able to blog.  Joy is a Matlock freak, and she’s happy that it comes on (multiple times per day) in the morning.  So her “Matlock” time has been my “try to get online if the signal is strong enough” time.

Joy and I have already ventured out of the resort – riding the city bus to the local “Wal-Mart” to get groceries.  We’ve quickly learned to identify the kazilions of timeshare sharks at every block trying to get you to come to their presentation.  Of course, they first pretend to be someone who is just trying to help you.

When we got out of customs, we were told to go to the 2nd gate after the exit and look for men in blue t-shirts with MTS on them for “Miller Travel Service”.  They would have our names on a list and give us a complimentary drive to the resort.  Well we hadn’t even walked 10-steps past the customs exit before a guy in blue shirt says “what resort?”.  We told him and he says “I’m your man”.  He had on a blue shirt, but it didn’t say MTS, so I asked him and he said “yes, MTS”.  He took us to a counter at the airport where we were tricked for about 15 minutes with a review of all the places to go, maps, etc., and he finally got into the timeshare spill and we said “no”.  We left and walked about 50 more feet when we saw the “real” MTS guys who were completely professional.  Ahhh, nothing like being in a foreign country.