Saturday Day 6
A trip to Bucerias, a small town to the north of the resort and only a two k walk and home to many Canadian residents and visitors. First breakfast at the Red Apple Place (made all of us who live on the Apple Route very nostalgic!). and then a walk around town. The flea market here has all the usual items at average prices and very friendly, not pushy, vendors. As usual the old, "buy one and then see a cheaper one"
was in effect. The Mexican Folk Art painted ceramic tile was purchased for $20 - a very good price, only to discover that in another store two for the same price could 
have been obtained. Still the more expensive one was purchased at a booth where a real artist was working. This fellow - Francisco Pancho, was painting with his pinkie. He usually uses his pinkie or a very small brush to produce oil paintings in the bright Mexican style. Francisco's sister was the creator of the tile, he prefers to paint on wood. Browsing the streets I met a real estate saleswoman (who co-owns Bucerias Homefinders), she left Vancouver as a single woman with three kids twenty-four years, ago to settle in Bucerias, and has never looked back. Anyway she told me about local real estate conditions and things leading to things we soon in the back of her son Bernies's Land Rover to see a low priced three bedroom resale house in a local development. Leaving suitably impressed with both the price and the efficiency of this woman who claims to have a long term rental all ready to move in, instantly guaranteeing a ten per cent return: do the deals never cease?
All worn out by shopping and making deals it was time for R&R. Jump on the bus for an eighteen kilometer ride to Punta Mita. This place is one of those laid back places that immediately evokes images of Morgan Freeman (in the Shawshank Redemption - one of the classic movie happy endings) meeting Andy (Tim Robbins)on the beach. Properly seated in one of the many beachfront bars it didn't take long to suck down beers and pina coladas. A delightful way to spend the afternoon.
A trip to Bucerias, a small town to the north of the resort and only a two k walk and home to many Canadian residents and visitors. First breakfast at the Red Apple Place (made all of us who live on the Apple Route very nostalgic!). and then a walk around town. The flea market here has all the usual items at average prices and very friendly, not pushy, vendors. As usual the old, "buy one and then see a cheaper one"
was in effect. The Mexican Folk Art painted ceramic tile was purchased for $20 - a very good price, only to discover that in another store two for the same price could 
have been obtained. Still the more expensive one was purchased at a booth where a real artist was working. This fellow - Francisco Pancho, was painting with his pinkie. He usually uses his pinkie or a very small brush to produce oil paintings in the bright Mexican style. Francisco's sister was the creator of the tile, he prefers to paint on wood. Browsing the streets I met a real estate saleswoman (who co-owns Bucerias Homefinders), she left Vancouver as a single woman with three kids twenty-four years, ago to settle in Bucerias, and has never looked back. Anyway she told me about local real estate conditions and things leading to things we soon in the back of her son Bernies's Land Rover to see a low priced three bedroom resale house in a local development. Leaving suitably impressed with both the price and the efficiency of this woman who claims to have a long term rental all ready to move in, instantly guaranteeing a ten per cent return: do the deals never cease?
All worn out by shopping and making deals it was time for R&R. Jump on the bus for an eighteen kilometer ride to Punta Mita. This place is one of those laid back places that immediately evokes images of Morgan Freeman (in the Shawshank Redemption - one of the classic movie happy endings) meeting Andy (Tim Robbins)on the beach. Properly seated in one of the many beachfront bars it didn't take long to suck down beers and pina coladas. A delightful way to spend the afternoon.
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