Vista Vallarta - Nicholas

 Up and atem early to prep for our first golf outing.  With a 09:10 tee time, we hopped in a cab for the ride through some sketchy neighborhoods along very bumpy cobblestone alleys past a landfill and up the hill to the beautiful Vista Vallarta 36 hole golf club.  After a brief warm up we were off on the Nicholas track, the Weiskopf course being fully occupied with some sort of tournament.  Salvadore came along to deliver b’fast tacos just as we were about to lose some golf balls into the gorge on the first hole.  He suggested we needn’t worry because he would stand ready to prepare his famous Margaritas upon completion of our round.  We started off behind a twosome, but they quickly left us in the dust.  The only other golfer we saw throughout the round was a single we let play through on about the sixth hole.  We had the course to ourselves, apparently  due to Sunday being a typical tourist change over day.  The weather was spectacular (apparently the same every day) and the course was in great shape and quite beautiful up in the hills.  All of us had some good shots and some bad shots in equal measure, and finished a great round in about 4 and a half hours.

 True to his word, Salvadore whipped up some Cadillac Margaritas and we had some great Mexican standards prepared to perfection (my Chile Rellano was particularly good). The cab ride back to Owners club through the hood was quick and easy, so after a rinse we were off to the pool to meet the “Beatles”, Paul and George from Massachusetts and their wives Ellen and Roberta.  Paul told us about his experience with deep vein thrombosis after his knee replacement, so now we know someone who has suffered that complication, sounds pretty horrific.  Afterwards, we resolved to take the easy option and strolled over to the Marriot Los Casitas where we had a cocktail at the bar before being assigned to a lovely oceanfront table for a light meal.  Our server was very attentive and even comp’d  us a tequila shot after dinner.  The salt shaker he brought was empty, so I hailed him back with “Jose”, which prompted Jane to be mortified, saying you can’t call him that!  To which I replied, well that’s actually his name.  That was good for a chuckle or two.  I might have managed to overserve myself once more on day two of our Jalisco vacation!