It only takes 5 hours to get to paradise!

   After a sleepless night at the Winnipeg Airport Hotel, due mostly to a crazy two-year-old who INSISTED on partying-down until 11pm, and partly to a husband who snores like a monster truck, we dragged ourselves to the airport for the 3 am check in. Everyone was in good spirits (even the two-year-old) and we passed the five hour flight without incident. Cally actually slept most of the way which made EVERYONE on the plane very happy. Of course, it's hard to be miserable (even if you are seriously sleep-deprived) when you are going from -32 to +25 C.

   Yes the weather was warm, balmy and freakin' amazing when we arrived in PV. Like an old friend who needs a shower, our first steps into Puerto Vallarta met us with sewer smells, car exhaust and time share pimps.  Greg rescued us at the airport and guided us, like the holiday veteran that he is, across the street to where the taxis are cheapest and took us to his condo in the Marina. We wouldn't be able to check into our hotel until the next day so we stayed at their place that night. Cally danced a happy dance to Greg's haphazard guitar strummin' and I, tired as hell, wandered about in a brain fog until I finally closed my eyes and surrendered to oblivion.