We're all so different. Good really, what would we do if we were all alike?
I was in Vallarta in the early seventies ( a few times, this time with girlfriends - we had gone to Guatemala City, Mexico City, and Vallarta) and I was walking the town, typical of me, I like villages, towns, and cities, generally, did even then. I was near where some cruise ship docked and a guy in a white spangly uniform spoke sternly to me to get on the boat NOW, or similar words. Corrected him. I knew the town from being there early on in the sixties, but also not at all, re the people. I knew people, but they were tourist industry people, clerks, waiters, the odd tennis teacher (another story, not in this case mine).