So back to Puerto Vallarta. I flew in July 2011 to a steamy, rainy and hot Mexican beach town. I decided to stay at the historic and oldest hotel in “Centro” PV, the Rosita, but as my cheeky children like to remind me, the hotel is two years younger than I am.
It is a wonderful place, but because it was the hot summer, I was the only gringo in the fully booked hotel by the sea. I kept being asked to join nearby tables by sympathetic families, as Mexicans are the most generous people I have yet to meet . . .
