Busing the Bay: A Life Lesson

It was our good luck when my wife and I both left our hats on the bus on the same trip as it presented us with an opportunity to purchase new hats and go out for lunch. We both ate sparingly for breakfast as we had decided on our own meals for lunch, no sharing, and we wanted to be hungry.

I say good luck because, if only one of us had forgotten their hat on the bus, I can imagine the other might have had a few comments for the hat loser, all in fun, of course.

Seeing the good and fun in bad situations can be considered a life lesson as well, but there is a much more important lesson further on; married men keep reading.

First though, we had fun to experience, we were off to buy hats.

A five-minute walk from our house to the bus stop included several hundred yards tip-toeing over sandbags, or the option of scampering on the side of the road, into the traffic; it is rainy season in PV and of course, the pathway is often flooded.

I knew exactly where to go for my hat. It was of course, on the bus route, on Peru Ave., in the 5 de Diciembre colonia. The shop (Invasion Hats) was across the street from Lukes Bar where we had spent many pleasant afternoons last high season, listening to music. I had purchased my previous hat there, as well as a dozen customized hats for Soul Trip, and if you were fortunate to secure one, hang on to it – it could become a collector’s item.

I liked my previous hat so much; I bought the same style and lettering, just a different color. With my hat secured (ten minutes) we headed up the street to Sombreros for Velma’s hat, I thought.

After looking at what seemed like every single hat in the store, Velma wasn’t sure she liked anything; nothing caught her eye and certainly never touched her head. We continued down the street, looking in many windows when I casually mentioned I was getting hungry, maybe we could eat and continue shopping later, much later, in my unstated opinion.

I had learned a new “life lesson”; as well as shoe shopping, no man should ever go hat shopping with his wife.

With my new hat safely secured, we caught a bus and headed into the Zona Romantica for lunch. We were heading to Manny’s on Lazaro Cardenas. The four or five block walk from the bus stop to Manny’s provides an opportunity to absorb daily Mexican life; street-side taco stands, small shops, wall murals, roadside vendors, and all the splendors Vallarta offers.

Unfortunately for us, Manny’s is a popular place; they were closed for the day for a private birthday party.

No big deal, Vallarta has plenty of eateries; we wandered a few blocks and decided upon, “Monchis” sports bar, a Mexican themed sports bar with a tasty menu, next door to one of our go-to rock bars, Kelly’s Por Favor.

We returned home well fed, ending up sharing a meal; there were no leftovers for one of us to carry home. Alas, no hat for my wife!

My hope now is Velma has read this column and realizes she is on her own for securing her new hat. Love you dear.

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Bruce Howells
Bruce es un canadiense jubilado, que junto con su esposa Velma, tomó una "mulligan" en la vida y escapó del frío de Canadá y se instaló en Vallartazona. Cumpliendo un retirosueño de no conducir más, Bruce utilizará transportatio públicon para recorrer la bahía y contar sus historias aquí. Consejos e itinerarios bienvenidos. Correo electrónico: busbanderasbay