Not What We Expected

For a week before we left, we kept an eye on the Puerto Vallarta weather forecast. Each and every day we looked at it, the rain was supposed to come the next day and then nothing but sun.
There was a delayed system hovering over the Bay of Banderas and sure enough, we landed there in a torrential downpour. It was a warm tropical rain, but water was running everywhere and it was obvious that the streets were not engineered for good drainage. The airport runway was a river and our baggage was soaked and dirty just from the transfer from plane to terminal.
Once again we survived the gauntlet of time share sales people in Arrivals, but our travelling companions were almost not so lucky. They were being sucked into the vortex of slick salesmen disguised as our tour guides and were only rescued when we grabbed them by their arms and heaved them away to the waiting bus that was our escape.

We were following the porter on the way to our rooms, weaving in and out of the rain and the dryer corridors. There were "Slippery when Wet" signs everywhere, but when you fall, you fall. Lizzy did a face plant right on the tile floor in the Tropical Lobby and when I looked back, there she was, lying spread eagled, flat on her face, and not moving a whole lot. I rushed to her side and she started to turn over, working her jaw back and forth. She had taken the impact on her jaw and it was a miracle that it was not broken or cut. No teeth or tongue missing either! We thought that would be enough trauma for one night, but we were only starting!