Carla and I thought it would be a nice idea to take baby Isabella to her first tropical beach, so off we went to Puerto Vallarta. I had never been myself so I was excited too, but at the same time I'm wary of well known places because I hate feeling like another gringo tourist. Maybe it was a bit slow season, but it was encouraging to see more locals than expats on the streets. I expected to see monster nightclubs on the beach, but more importantly, I was especially pleasantly surprised at the quality of street food.
Of course, being a seaside town, you'd better be able to get some great seafood, but it was the street vendors who really took it to the next level. We had found a nice hotel in the old town on Madero, which also happened to be one of the major streets for carts - so as soon as we dropped our bags off, we went for an unbelievable strolling dinner. The meat, seafood, and salsas were all so delicious and fresh - at every spot too. We would just hit one guy, try something, then move on to the next guy. We'd make our way down to the beach, hang out a bit, then work our way back. Don't get me wrong, we got to a couple restaurants during our stay, and they were very nice, but the best memories came from plastic chairs on the sidewalk.
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