Mazatlan Trip, Part 4
Part 3 of this series featured our rental pickup at the airport, checking into Pueblo Bonita, and heading over to Poncho’s for a wonderful ending to our first day in Mazatlan, Mexico
Dick and I are up early, and feeling pretty good. I think we’ve already recovered from yesterday’s flight.
It is warm and a bit humid but the weather is beautiful, this Tuesday in Mexico. So, we head to the timeshare appointment that we had arranged at Mazatlan Sea Garden. We find the facility and follow the parking lot around until we see a small sign announcing “office”.
Then we started walking and walking… and walking. Finally after asking several times of asking people who were wearing uniforms of the facility, we are courteously led to the proper desk to sign in.
From here we take another walk and are introduced to our two presenters. The presentation is started with a lovely breakfast, with all the usual dishes, coffee and juices.
Then the presentation continues and we take a walk with our presenter to see two lovely model rooms…and, of course, the rooms are always just beautiful. Finally after being introduced to a third person, and listening to the wonderful offers that they for us had that day, we are dismissed. And we go to yet another office and collect our $200 U.S. cash. We have had a successful, informative morning. I found long ago that timeshare people usually have a wealth of information about the area – I find this a good balance to what I already know – so the time spent – even with the pressure to buy – is worth it for Dick and me.
A bit more work before we play,
I need to go to a couple of the local grocery stores to check the latest grocery prices. In the Gigantia, you must have Mexican money, pesos etc., in order to pay. We had forgotten that, so our expected purchase of doughnuts and miscellaneous items that we picked up, after the price checks, will have to wait. From the very first time, years ago, when I first meekly walked into a store, with my notebook computer, sheets and sheets of lists, some pens and pencils, etc., to get the prices for my site, I have never found a clerk who has not been extremely helpful – no questions – they seem quite interested usually, that some one would take the time to check their store out. So, nowadays, I have no qualms – questions are always answered, and everyone is most helpful.
Our next stop was a bank where we exchanged 80 US dollars for 860 pesos at the approximate 10.75 exchange-rate. Then on to Wal-Mart and more price checks. Here we decided to purchase some breakfast and snack items, milk, doughnuts, cherry tarts, and a crispy log. I just can’t seem to resist the delicious looking pastries and goodies. We also checked on the prescription prices. However, they really don’t seem quite as good as they are in Algodones. But, in some of the street-side drugstores, some prices are very good. Dick and I have found Algodones to be the lowest priced border town as far as prescription drugs and Dentistry are concerned.
We had read in our information packet at Pueblo Bonita Emerald Bay, that there would be a get-together for newcomers tonight and we did want to get back for that. After a quick refresh in our room, we walked down to Kelly’s bar. There was a nice little free plate of goodies and a free drink for everyone during their welcoming ceremony. We visited with other people there… Steve and Robin, whose in-laws were visiting from Phoenix, and with Gary and Pat.
After a while, we headed back to our room, changed into our swimming suits, and walked down to the beautiful pool. We visited with LeeAnn, whose husband Gary, was very disappointed because the bar at the pool was going to close at 8 p.m. That was quite late enough for us. Then, after listening to the surf and paddling around for awhile in the beautiful, warm water, we retired to our room where we snacked on sushi that we had purchased from Wal-Mart, had another hot shower and called it a day.
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