I was supposed to go on a month-long trip to Africa, but it ended up not happening because there was a massive snow storm and I couldn’t make it over the passes to the Seattle Airport after Christmas. So, I found the cheapest flight abroad and bought it. Four days later I was in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. A city crocked to the gills with old leathery pensioners, local Mexican tourists, and discovered it is the biggest LGBTQ tourist destination in this hemisphere (and possibly the world).
