So here I am, in Puerto Vallarta. The funny thing is that my whole trip has essentially been a return to the American. From the Monastery to Antigua to Guatemala City and finally to P.V. where I couldn't get a person to speak Spanish to me if my life depended on it. It makes me really miss the Monastery in a way.
On the other hand, there's a wedding tomorrow, and the couple is from Minnesota. Does it get any better?
