On December 24 I flew down to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, where I have been spending most of my Christmas holidays for the last 10 years or so. My mother spends her winters here and my sister and I congregate there, often with other friends. Aaste is spending the holidays with her Dad in Toronto, but will join me later this month.
Our complex in PV is called the Girasol, which means sunflower in Spanish. It is right on the beach and over the years we have gotten to know many of the residents and staff. It is definately a second home.
Our friend, Brenda, dancing with Manuel on New Years Eve.
The view from our balcony.
