A night at the Mandela

After having relatively low to no waiting around lately , the thought  occurred  to me that I can still Make  some time to write a bit.
So I'll share my favorite  day and one of the adventures and challenges I encountered on my vacation in November.
My husband Peter and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary in  Puerto Vallarta the first week of November. Fabulous warm  weather, beautiful resort, super nice and accommodating people,  and great foods- just what we wanted in our vacation. The pool was refreshing without being cold, and the ocean seemed great for all those  who were swimming there. We made friends with a few other guest's and enjoyed laying out to work on our tans. There were  many organized activities, and one that we decided to join was a trip to town for dancing in the evening. We arrived with the other resort folks and after locating seats, we went to the dance floor. Was it ever fun to have a group of fun loving, dancing however we want to  people filling my evening with music and eye candy and smiles. After a margaritas filled day we really got moving with the crowd! All the music was from the US, so my karaoke sing along dream was also fulfilled.
Well eventually I used the restroom, and unfortunately took off my cross body purse, and you gessed it, left it hanging there, unbeknownst to me at the time, of course.
After dancing for what felt like a couple more hours, I returned to the restroom, had a brief moment of recognition and realized that I did not have my purse. Mild panic caused me to return to my original stall, and all the other stalls, to check for the missing article. Darn, no luck, so I also asked the restroom attendant,  and she knew nothing either, double darn. Now at this point the only other thing to do is report the missing purse, and hope someone turns it in eventually.
So I returned to our table after reporting the lost bolsa to one of the many security guards, with my limited spanish, and my deep seated knowledge that I will probably never see that purse again. Funny how losing something instantly had me taking an inventory of contents, and in that process, realizing how fortunate  I was for locking most important things in the room safe at the hotel!
So did we go home immediately? No way I was giving up a night of fun because of a mishap! After a few more dances, we did leave for the hotel, and Peter gallantly paid for everything the rest of the evening, too.
Upon our return, I found that I had not taken my phone- hooray! And after checking  the safe, my passport was still there, so all in all, a terrible inconvenience to cancel cards, but not nearly as horrible as getting through the first moments of loss!
My lesson learned was to NOT take off a purse, or better yet, not take one out dancing, and let my husband pamper me instead!