Weddingbee

I woke up from my nap refreshed and expecting another round of engagement photos in perfect weather. Instead, we wandered around in the rain. Kelli attempted to keep her camera dry, and we attempted to keep ourselves dry.

We rode a taxi for at least half an hour out to a popular beach and then turned right back around again when we saw that the river had flooded the beach and turned the water an icky brown color. If you are going to Puerto Vallarta for the beaches, just don’t. We spent a LOT of time looking for a good beach in the area ,and were really unsuccessful. The only good beaches we saw were the ones that could only be accessed by hotel patrons.

After being dropped off by our taxi driver at some remote point (and finding, yet again, another uninhabitable beach), we decided to take the bus. It was crowded, hot and smelly. But it was kind of fun in an adventurous way. I was feeling pretty relaxed, which must have been the reason why I flashed my goodies to the camera.

We started to search for a beach around 5 in the evening, and we got one okay picture of the two of us. It was a depressingly unsuccessful day. Multiply that by 10, when I realized that Mr. Avocado was trying to find a way to propose to me the entire time.

A friend tipped Mr. Avocado off to a nice restaurant up on a hillside overlooking the water. We only had one little duo play songs for us to try to persuade us to buy their CD. That was pretty good for Mexico. What was not good was my frizzball of a hairdo.

After dinner, we ran down to the beach to see if we could capture a few more shots before the light disappeared.
I remember thinking to myself, “This is it. He is going to propose right now.” Mr. Avocado was looking at me nervously and had both of my hands in his. I was just waiting for him to drop down on one knee.

Then Kelli told us to spin. Shoot, spinning isn’t part of proposing!

After we spun, we walked. Every single walking picture we took has me leading Mr. Avocado in it. It’s because I kept turning around to say, “Come on, this feels silly right now, but it will make a good picture, I promise.” If you look in the left-hand corner of the ocean in this picture, you can see a pirate ship! Well, at least I told myself it was a pirate ship. It made the night more exciting.

We went back to the hotel where Mr. Avocado proceeded to convince me that the horrible day had ruined his chance to propose to me, and that he was just going to do it when we got back to Dallas instead. He really had me going!

*These photos? Kelli did them!

Previously you have seen:

Compromiso: Dos
Compromiso Dos: The Captioning
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