"We need more drinks before we know how to dance!"
Ruth decides dancing in the window is a good idea.
Dave joins in.
Even Tom joins in.
Then everybody joins in!
"Hey, Dave can dance!"
"But of course, I had shots before I came up!"
"Let's go to the dance floor. This is getting to crowded."
Dave is apparently growing mold somewhere on his body. We won't say where, but look at the happy look on his face.
Bronze on the walkway in Puerto Vallarta.
My head hurts from dancing juice.
At Senor Frog's, near Puerto Vallarta, kids dive into the water for coins. Be sure you have the exchange rates figured out before you make them dive for what amounts to a hundredth of a penny. D'oh!
Nothing like a good nap after lunch.
Back in Cortez, we look out at a beautiful sunset on our last night.
We're told that we can actually hear the sunset if we put our ears to the table.
"I didn't hear nuthin'!"
Dave uses the international sign for, "We swallowed that hook, line and sinker."
"Really?"
"Stupid tourists"