Saturday, July 30, 2022

Day Pass at Barceló Hotel in Mismaloya, Mexico—A Good Way to Experience this Beautiful Property

 A Beautiful Pool and All You Can Eat and Drink for a Day

Originally, we planned to spend three nights at the Barceló Hotel in Mismaloya, an all-inclusive resort with beautiful pools, group activities available, and all food and drink included in the price. We’ve only gone to an all-inclusive resort once and decided we didn’t eat enough to get our money’s worth. Plus, much of the food is served buffet style—not our favorite. But we wanted to evaluate it once more.

The Barceló Hotel has a Beautiful Lobby

So, we decided to try hanging out at the Barceló Hotel for one day. A Day Pass costs 1000 pesos (equivalent to $50 US) per person and seemed reasonable to see if we liked it before spending the high prices to stay the night. A Day Pass allowed us to use the facilities from 9:00 AM until 6:00 PM.

Water Aerobics Class Was Great Fun!

I was glad we arrived in time for me to join the water aerobics class at noon. That was great fun! The activity board showed that we'd missed the 10:00AM Kayak Tour, and there was Bingo, water volleyball, and other activities in the afternoon.

We had a choice of relaxing in lounge chairs near several pools or on the beach under umbrellas. We parked ourselves near two man-made waterfalls next to the adult-only pool and soon were cooling off in the water.

The Adult-Only Pool Was Quieter

Jon Cooling Off in the Beautiful Pool

A large iguana looking to cool off, too, crawled behind my lounge chair and into the artificial stream running next to me. Several tourists were amazed to see him and shocked when he started looking for a place to dive into the pool, splashing him to make him stay in the vegetation. After living in Sayulita, it was just another pretty iguana to us.

Iguana Getting Ready to Cool Off in the Stream
Jon Walking Through the Waterfall to Cool Off

We had lunch at the buffet, and before we left at 6:00 we had a mediocre pizza at the café overlooking Mismaloya Bay—the only two restaurants available to people with a Day Pass. We wished we would have skipped them and walked south a little way down the beach and across the shallow river to one of the palapa restaurants. We would have preferred to have fish tacos instead of buffet food, and the margaritas would have probably tasted better, too. Most likely the food at the four à la carte restaurants in Barceló Hotel is better, but those were not available with a Day Pass.

View of Playa Mismaloya from the Barceló Hotel Cafe

Jon and I have good memories of spending our honeymoon at Hotel La Jolla de Mismaloya next to Barceló Hotel and enjoying the little town of Mismaloya almost thirty years ago. Now La Jolla de Mismaloya is a condominium. This was our first time back to Playa Mismaloya in thirty years.

Lesson Learned: When we return to Playa Mismaloya, we will either spend the day at one of the palapa restaurants and cool off in the ocean. That's more our style and less expensive. Or we'll use the wonderful pools and lounge chairs at Barceló Hotel with a Day Pass again, but eat elsewhere.

La Jolla de Mismaloya Condominium
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Sunday, July 24, 2022

Our First ATV Ride Ever! We're Not Too Old for Fun in the Jungle 😅

 At Canopy River in Puerto Vallarta

Riding Through the Artificial Waterfall--Cooling!

     I'm pretty proud that we rode ATVs for the first time at our ages—Jon, my husband, at 72, still a mad-man for speed, and me at 66, a little nervous!

Jon and Terry Ready to Start Their ATV Adventure

     We started out clean, then rode through mud, cooling artificial waterfalls, a beautiful mountain jungle, and over the longest suspension bridge in Mexico. It was a fun afternoon!

Riding Through the Manmade Mud Puddles Was a Blast!

Jon Didn't Get a Big Enough Mud Splash on the First Hole

So He Hit the Second Mud Pit at Full Throttle!

     Some people say ATV tours harm the environment. I was one who, at one time, would be annoyed when a line of them roared out of the jungle and into Sayulita to stop for lunch. But after taking this tour with Canopy River, I feel they are a responsible company. They've created a fun route on private land that protects the jungle and river and they do not allow off-road riding.

Stopping to Cool Off at Jorullo Falls
I Was the Slow-Poke in the Bunch, Jon Bringing Up the Rear
     It wasn’t as easy as it looked to maneuver around some of those muddy, downhill curves. One of the guys ahead of us forgot to release the throttle while he braked and went into a spin. He slid off the trail, down a slope, and cracked a fiberglass fender. He, fortunately, did not get injured and was strong enough to push his ATV back onto the track.
    Though I'd never ridden an ATV in the past, I think riding mini-bikes when I was a kid helped me understand how to coordinate the throttle and the brakes. These rigs were semi-automatic so we could leave them in third gear all the time if we wanted, avoiding the need to shift on hills. That made it easy!

Watching Mules and People Crossing Jorullo Bridge

Our Turn to Cross the Jorullo Bridge

Jon Was the Last ATV Rider to Cross

     Canopy River Tours had plenty of guides to help those of us who were lagging behind (like me🤣), a refreshing drink stop overlooking the jungle and Jorullo Bridge, and a nice restaurant at the end of the tour. We were hungry by the time we had our dinner and margaritas!

Canopy River's Beautiful Location & Event Center

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Monday, July 18, 2022

Healthy Living and Traveling in Mexico July Newsletter has Been Published!

 Day Trips Planned for July Adventures in Puerto Vallarta

(Don't miss the photos in Spring Colors of Puerto Vallarta)

     My birthday is in July! It's my turn to choose an adventure, but where do I begin? There are so many fun things to do in the area surrounding Puerto Vallarta. I wanted to do something we’d never done before. At first, I was leaning toward a three-day stay at an all-inclusive resort. We rarely do that—we don’t eat enough to get our money’s worth. But it was time to get creative.
     I was poised to book our three-day, dog-free escape. (Sophie, our Mexican Chihuahua, will be happy with Bonnie, her dog-sitter.) I had my eye on the Barceló hotel on the beautiful Mismaloya Beach surrounded by lush mountains. 

     Then I changed my mind. Read more at Discovering More of Puerto Vallarta.

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Saturday, July 9, 2022

Massages Weekly in México for Our Mental and Physical Wellbeing

 That's Healthy Living in México!

Jon's Therapeutic Massage Begins

I’ve long believed that a good therapeutic massage is beneficial to our mental and physical health. After we retired in Sayulita, México, we could afford to treat ourselves to a massage once a week. We had a very good masseuse at Hotelito Los Sueños and the experiences were wonderful!

When we moved to Puerto Vallarta, we were worried about finding a new massage therapist who wasn’t too expensive. This was as important as finding a good hair stylist, doctor, and dentist. We lucked out on the first try!

Yvonne at Aura Spa is Wonderful!

We’ve decided to share our secret. Aura Spa is where Yvonne gives massages and we highly recommend her. Her strong yet gentle hands soothe our aching muscles. If I need a little extra pressure in a troubling area, I point it out to her and she happily responds with just the right amount of kneading, sensitive to the knots in my muscles and sore joints, until the pain recedes. Though she doesn’t speak much English and I speak even less Spanish, we can communicate just fine.

My Massage Table and Yvonne are Ready

The one-mile walk along the malecón to Aura Spa adds to our healthy living routine. I see something new each time I make the trek, with the anticipation of my therapeutic, relaxing massage motivating me to move at a good pace so I’m not late for my appointment. I get some aerobic exercise and work up a sweat getting to my massage, then swab off with a towel and relax on the table for a few minutes as my heart rate slows. Then Yvonne quietly enters and begins her magic to soothe my muscles and calm my mind. 

A View As I Walk Along the Malecón

Here’s another secret—Yvonne’s massage prices are a real value. Only 350 pesos (about $17 US) for a 75-minute massage! We always go for the full 75 minutes—60 minutes just doesn’t feel long enough. And remember, tipping well is important. We always tip about 100 pesos (about $5 US) for this wonderful therapy. 

We included this luxury in Our Monthly Budget and are grateful that we can afford it on our Social Security income.

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Aura Spa offers nail services as well as massage. These professional ladies will welcome you with their friendly smiles, and often a little laughter.

One note: This is not currently an air-conditioned spa. (But Yvonne tells me, good news, air conditioning is coming!) In the summer, the ceiling fan is turned to high speed and a good-quality floor fan helps cool our skin. I like warmth during a massage, so it’s perfect for me.

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Tuesday, July 5, 2022

An Emergency Vet Visit in Sayulita (Mexico For Better or For Worse Episode #2)

     This story is fiction, but all fiction includes truth. Reading about life as expats in México in a novel format can be fun, yet enlightening. I hope you enjoy my story, an excerpt from my upcoming novel, “Mexico For Better or For Worse” (In Sickness and In Health eBook #3).

June 2020

The trip to Costco revealed that businesses in Puerto Vallarta were taking the pandemic more seriously than in Sayulita. Signs about required coronavirus precautions were posted at the entrance to the store. Masks were required, people in line stayed separated, standing on yellow Xs marked with tape on the sidewalk, and temperatures were taken at the door with a hand-held electronic thermometer by a hefty female attendant. She looked more like a security guard than a friendly door greeter.

Only one person per family was allowed to go into the store at a time, according to the signs, unless a person was elderly or handicapped. Jake was told we couldn’t go in together, but he quickly and firmly informed the security woman in Spanish and English, “Tengo 70 años. I am 70 years old.” The Mexican woman scowled at each of them but waved Lindsay through.

Lindsay thought, I guess I was allowed in as his helpmate, though he doesn’t seem elderly to me! I love how the Mexican people give great respect and extra care to anyone who is in what they call the Tercer Edad, the Third Age, anyone 60 years old and older—another kindness in this culture.

As they entered the store, Lindsay said, “Since we didn’t make it to Fredy’s Tucan, let’s have a slice of pizza and a soda before we shop.” She couldn’t focus on shopping or any other activity if she was hungry and Jake was well aware of that. He could tell she was hypoglycemic when her grumpiness and complaints of a headache started. While he could easily skip a meal, Lindsay had to eat every three or four hours during the day.

They slipped through an empty checkout line to the food court and then stood there in shock. The food court was open with associates behind the counter selling pizza, but according to the menu board, that was all that was available. Even the hot dog and ice cream sundae signs were missing. Yellow tape marked the line to the order counter and yellow Xs marked places to stand, keeping people at least 1.5 meters away from each other. But beyond that, it was not recognizable as the Costco food court.

The soda machine, the onion and jalapeno dispensers, and all other condiment counters were sealed off with clear plastic shrink-wrap. The dining area was empty—all of the plastic picnic tables were gone.

Lindsay shook her head in disbelief. “This is very weird.”

“I guess we can order our pizza and take it outside to eat it.”

“Okay, but no soda, I guess, since the machines are sealed off. Good thing we brought a bottle of water with us.”

When they got outside, they looked around for a place to sit. All benches were taped off with yellow caution tape and the concrete footings of the exterior pillars were boarded up with plywood to prevent people from sitting on any raised surface. No lingering or gathering in this area, I guess.

They walked down the side of the warehouse toward the loading dock and found a six-inch-high curb to sit on while they ate their pizza. “Can you believe this?” Jake said, incredulous. “What is the world coming to?”

“I can’t believe it. This is insane. Fear of a virus has made the world go crazy. I think people are panicking because of their fear of death. Of course, Costco is an American company so they may have stricter protocols than Mexican companies.”

“Let’s get our shopping done and go home. Seeing that gave me a mild case of anxiety.”

When they started shopping, their anxiety over the state of the store became even worse. Massive amounts of plastic film were wrapped around most of the merchandise in the store. Entire departments were bound up in miles of plastic wrap, including clothing, fans, furniture, and even the air conditioners. Signs posted throughout stated in English and Spanish that “Only Essential Items Can Be Sold at This Time”. Few products were apparently considered essential and available to purchase. Over-the-counter medications, food, drinks, and, oddly, the alcoholic beverage department weren’t shrink-wrapped.

It didn’t take long to finish shopping in the food department. After dealing with the tense associates manning the checkout line, and then using the restroom, Jake and Lindsay pushed their cart toward the exit. Jake was especially disgusted. “Well, that was pretty much a bust. One bottle of alcohol per person is all they allowed? What a waste this trip was!”

“Let’s catch a taxi. I’m ready to go home and relax after that stressful shopping trip.”

When Jake and Lindsay walked in the gate at about 5:00, Rosa came to greet them, dancing around their feet, tongue lolling, her smile communicating how happy she was to see them. But Cocoa wasn’t her usual energetic self—she didn’t even come to poke her head into the grocery bags to see what they’d bought today. She sat on the patio scratching her throat with a hind leg. She didn’t come to be petted and hardly looked up to acknowledge them. She had an itch she couldn’t stop scratching.

Lindsay set her bags on the patio and went to kneel next to the troubled dachshund. “What’s wrong, Cocoa?” She petted her head with one hand and gently held Cocoa’s foot with the other, stopping the persistent scratching. “What’s wrong with your throat?” Lindsay cooed as she felt the area. “Poor baby, you have a little swelling there. No more scratching. Come have a drink of water.”

Cocoa followed Lindsay to the water bowl they always left outside when they were gone for an extended period. She pointed and said, “Here you go, have a drink of water.”

Cocoa, always eager to please, lapped up a few sips of water and then looked directly into Lindsay’s eyes as though to say, “Was that good? Is that enough?”

“Good girl. No more scratching now.” Then she turned to Jake and said, “Cocoa has a swollen area on her throat. We need to keep an eye on it.”

At bedtime, Lindsay checked Cocoa’s throat, gently palpating it. Cocoa didn’t whimper, so it didn’t seem to be painful. A long, golden, curly lion’s mane of hair covered her throat area so that the swelling was visually unnoticeable, but Lindsay could feel it. It didn’t seem any larger. Should I give her some Benadryl? No, I’ll check her during the night and give her the antihistamine if the swelling gets worse.

“Jake, I’m going to take Cocoa upstairs with me tonight when I go to bed so I can check her throat every hour or two. I’ll give her some Benadryl if I think she needs it. We have the phone number for the 24-hour vet on the refrigerator if it gets serious. If it swells too much, she could have trouble breathing and could die.”

“Do you think she got stung by a wasp or something?”

“Maybe. Let’s hope the swelling goes down during the night. I’ll be able to hear her if she starts scratching again or her breathing sounds raspy during the night and I can check her.”

By morning, Cocoa’s swollen lump was the size of a golf ball. “Jake, we need to take Cocoa to the vet. Look at this huge swelling—it’s like she developed a cyst on her throat overnight. This could be serious.”

“You want to go right now?”

“Yes, let’s take the golf cart. We can leave Rosa here.”

Jake frowned. “She’ll be upset if we leave her here by herself. I’ll take care of her while you handle Cocoa.”

“Okay, but I need you to come into the examination room with me to interpret. The vet doesn’t speak much English. Let’s hurry—I’m afraid the swelling could impede Cocoa’s airway. She could die!”

“Is she having trouble breathing?”

“No, not now, but it could happen quickly if the inflammation gets worse. Let’s bring our masks to wear when we go into the clinic.”

The vet, Dr. Marcus, was able to examine Cocoa right away. He was a calm, gentle Mexican in his forties, his manner immediately putting animals at ease. He and his staff were mask-free. Dr. Marcus appeared unconcerned about COVID-19 as he didn’t don a mask when he, Jake, and Lindsay all gathered in the small examination room.

Lindsay reflected as Dr. Marcus greeted them with a friendly smile, It seems that many Mexicans don’t worry about what could happen. They just live their normal everyday life and appear unworried, even happy, no matter what is happening, including the coronavirus pandemic.

Lindsay lifted Cocoa onto the stainless-steel exam table, keeping both hands on her torso to stabilize the little dog on the slippery surface. Lindsay indicated the large lump, covered with long, wavy hair at Cocoa’s throat so the vet could understand what the problem was. After checking her mouth, ears, and eyes and feeling the inflammation carefully, he said in Spanish, “Un insecto le picó, posiblemente.”

Lindsay understood enough of the language to get the meaning of insect bite. “A scorpion?”

Dr. Marcus understood English about as well as Lindsay understood Spanish. But he chose to speak in his native tongue. “No, un escorpión causa más dolor.” It would cause more pain. “Posiblemente una abeja.

Jake interpreted, “Possibly a bee.”

“What can you do?” Lindsay inquired.

From there, Dr. Marcus explained his treatment plan in Spanish and Jake translated for Lindsay. They watched as he skillfully drew up a milky suspension into a syringe, then while Lindsay held Cocoa’s body, he injected the anti-inflammatory medication under the skin into the scruff of the dog’s neck. Not a whimper or flinch came from Cocoa. She trusted this calm doctor more than she had ever trusted a vet in the United States—she felt the tranquil manner of this man and responded to it.

“Good girl, Cocoa,” Lindsay purred as she petted her back.

Next, Dr. Marcus pulled a large tub of creamy ointment from a cabinet and Lindsay wondered if it was a cure-all that he used on all the animals with wounds, even horses and donkeys. Maybe it’s a drawing salve like the old-fashioned Boil Ease ointment we used to sell in pharmacies in Oregon. The country folk used it to draw swelling and infection from boils and other inflamed areas.

With a wooden tongue depressor, he applied a large dollop of the cream to a three-inch square dressing made of several layers of gauze. He placed the dressing over the lump and indicated that Lindsay should hold it in place, their heads about a foot apart. So much for the 1.5-meter distancing recommendation to prevent the spread of coronavirus. He added a significant wad of sterile cotton over the gauze and had Lindsay hold that in place, too, while telling Jake in Spanish that if the wound ruptured, this would soak up the oozing fluids. Jake interpreted for Lindsay.

The vet began wrapping a blue elastic sports bandage around Cocoa’s neck to hold the dressing in place. He asked them to bring her back in the morning so he could check the wound. He explained that if the wound did not drain itself by the next morning, he would drain it with a syringe.

“No antibiotics?” Lindsay inquired.

No, no es necesario.” He smiled and gestured for them to move to the checkout counter. Lindsay and Jake were amazed at how small the charge was for the service. In the United States, it would have been ten or twenty times higher, maybe more if blood tests and IVs had been used, maybe even an overnight stay at the clinic, all extreme procedures due to liability and veterinary malpractice lawsuits in the U.S.

As she lifted Cocoa and slid onto the golf cart seat, Lindsay thought, I hope the treatment works. I’ll keep a close eye on Cocoa this afternoon and during the night. I wonder if I should have insisted that Dr. Marcus drain the lump?

During the night, Lindsay woke several times, hearing Cocoa scratching at the bandage. “No, Cocoa,” she gently warned, then turned on the lamp to check the swelling. It seemed the same, maybe a little less swollen. She petted the little dog until she quieted and curled up in her bed.

The following morning when Lindsay woke, her first thought was that she had slept for hours without checking Cocoa. She peered into the dog bed, fearing the worst. Breathing normally, Cocoa raised her head and wagged her tail. Lindsay could see light yellow fluid drenching the cotton dressing and Cocoa’s long hair protruding from the bandage. Even the dog blanket had a yellow stain of liquid. That wound must have ruptured during the night—it was full of a lot of nasty fluid. That’s a good sign, I think.

Jake, Lindsay, and the two miniature dachshunds crammed into the front seat of the golf cart for the drive to the veterinarian clinic. Lindsay wanted to be there when they opened.

When Dr. Marcus unwrapped the bandage, the dressing was soggy, soaked entirely through with what Lindsay thought was pus. Cocoa’s throat hair was drenched with the pus. The skin hung like a balloon that had deflated in the sun. In the center was a hole where the fluid had escaped, likely the result of Cocoa digging her sharp toenail through the dressing and into the swollen wound. She punctured her own inflamed lump—no syringes are needed for draining this wound!

Dr. Marcus rebandaged Cocoa’s throat using another generous amount of the miracle salve on a fresh dressing, then asked them to return the next day.

Lindsay, concerned that the fluid looked like pus and could indicate infection, again asked him, “Antibiotics?”

The vet smiled, humoring her, and shook his head.

He probably thinks gringos want antibiotics to cure everything, but he doesn’t seem to resort to using them unless he’s confident there is an infection. Mexican doctors seem to be very conservative about prescribing medication, I’ve noticed.

Jake asked how much they owed. Dr. Marcus shook his head again and smiled. “Nada. Hasta mañana.”

When they got back in the golf cart, Lindsay said, “I can’t believe he didn’t charge us for another office visit and dressing change! How can the Mexicans live on such a small income?”

“I know. The charge yesterday must have been for all three times he’ll treat Cocoa. The low amount we pay for services, including health care for ourselves and our pets, is one of the reasons we can afford to live here on our Social Security checks. We made the right decision when we moved to México.”


     This story is an excerpt from my upcoming novel, “Mexico For Better or For Worse” (In Sickness and In Health eBook #3). If you haven’t read eBooks #1 and #2 in this series, take a look HERE.

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