We drove to LA and stayed with Johanna and Ryan and had breakfast with Laura. It was so nice to feel warm for once. We almost missed our boat on Sunday- it's a long crazy story that ended with us getting on the boat just as they were untying it- me in a full on panic attack and lots of blood. I won't get into it, but it was super DRAMATIC.
The artwork in our state room was phenomenal.
Aliah and Amy pretending to know what to do with the alcohol in our fridge. People kept thinking we were under 21 because we didn't drink. Hilarious.
We ate so much. SOOOO MUUUUCH. We shared a table with a great family from Canada and our waiter was adorable- pictures are on other cameras. Maybe I'll post them later, but I will most likely forget.
Puerta Vallarta. So cool.
Ed, our new best friend and star of his very own telanovella (at least he should be with the stories he was telling us). Talk about drama. Punched in the face by women he dated- old women threatening him with brooms. I would have loved to spend 12 more hours with this guy.
Perfect, secluded beach. It rained on us, but we didn't mind. NOT our Corona. We stuck to Coconuts.
I wanted to live on this beach in this house. It was quite magical.
Here is a picture of the beach we stayed on all day in Mazatlan and the a guy that was in love with Aliah. He made her promise to come back in a year and see him again. Turns out he was only seventeen, so she would have to wait the year for him to be legal. He did provide us with free coconuts all day.
So many things that weren't captured. We danced every night on the boat- hard. I got hypnotized during one of the shows and thought I was a model, throwing my sweater into the audience. We formed our own boat posse which consisted of us and some super young 20 something guys (they were cool). We snorkled and ate some more and went to the spa every day. It was the longest 7 days of my life, but in such a good way.
I could use another vacation.