Just got back yesterday afternoon from a six night stay. We had a fantastic time-- weather was perfect, water was perfect,
Friday night fish and seafood fry was yummmmmmy (read my post about it in the fishing section), PDO was fuller than we expected (nice to meet new people and see people we've talked with before)-no problems whatsoever. Then we crossed back into the states. No problem at the border-reminded us about June 1st (paperwork is done, just waiting for the cards), came in the motorhome and looked around, checked some outside compartments-twenty minutes total (there was only one lane open when we got there and quite a number of cars in line, so they did open another lane) and we were on our way. We knew of the chipping and sealing going on, but didn't think too much about until the first car, coming from the opposite direction, passed us. Threw stones all over the place. More cars coming and throwing stones as they passed. An idiot behind us passed us hauling ass-lots more stones. Within ten minutes, we had three "stars" adorning our windshield. My husband was so pissed but we drove on and tried not to dwell on it. We got within ten miles or so from our home (hours later and the hubby had calmed down considerably by this time), school had let out and as a school bus passed us (from the opposite direction), a rather large rock (or something that looked like a rock) came flying from the bus and guess where it hit--the windsheild. Totally destroyed it and came very, very close to giving us heart attacks--it sounded as if someone fired a shotgun inside the motorhome. Now the first thing we found ironic was the fact that this was a brand-spanking-new windsheild. The shop got it replaced just in time for us to make this trip. The school district is going to pay for the replacement (they came out and took pictures, I had to file a police report, the whole nine yards) but we made reservations at PDO for next month and am not sure if it can be replaced in that short amount of time. Anyway, the second and most ironic part of this is the fact that sooooo many people said we were crazy, nuts, idiots, dumbasses, etc. for going to Mexico in the first place. Now we can just sit back and watch them eat their words:lol:. NO PROBLEMS IN MEXICO-NOTHING HAPPENED UNTIL THE MINUTE WE CROSSED THE BORDER. I know this was nothing dire or life threatening (the windsheild), but I have to reiterate that everything was perfect in RP-not so much in the US. So for anyone out there who has never gone or has doubts about going to RP, forget it. Go and have a wonderful time. Just watch your windsheild!
Friday night fish and seafood fry was yummmmmmy (read my post about it in the fishing section), PDO was fuller than we expected (nice to meet new people and see people we've talked with before)-no problems whatsoever. Then we crossed back into the states. No problem at the border-reminded us about June 1st (paperwork is done, just waiting for the cards), came in the motorhome and looked around, checked some outside compartments-twenty minutes total (there was only one lane open when we got there and quite a number of cars in line, so they did open another lane) and we were on our way. We knew of the chipping and sealing going on, but didn't think too much about until the first car, coming from the opposite direction, passed us. Threw stones all over the place. More cars coming and throwing stones as they passed. An idiot behind us passed us hauling ass-lots more stones. Within ten minutes, we had three "stars" adorning our windshield. My husband was so pissed but we drove on and tried not to dwell on it. We got within ten miles or so from our home (hours later and the hubby had calmed down considerably by this time), school had let out and as a school bus passed us (from the opposite direction), a rather large rock (or something that looked like a rock) came flying from the bus and guess where it hit--the windsheild. Totally destroyed it and came very, very close to giving us heart attacks--it sounded as if someone fired a shotgun inside the motorhome. Now the first thing we found ironic was the fact that this was a brand-spanking-new windsheild. The shop got it replaced just in time for us to make this trip. The school district is going to pay for the replacement (they came out and took pictures, I had to file a police report, the whole nine yards) but we made reservations at PDO for next month and am not sure if it can be replaced in that short amount of time. Anyway, the second and most ironic part of this is the fact that sooooo many people said we were crazy, nuts, idiots, dumbasses, etc. for going to Mexico in the first place. Now we can just sit back and watch them eat their words:lol:. NO PROBLEMS IN MEXICO-NOTHING HAPPENED UNTIL THE MINUTE WE CROSSED THE BORDER. I know this was nothing dire or life threatening (the windsheild), but I have to reiterate that everything was perfect in RP-not so much in the US. So for anyone out there who has never gone or has doubts about going to RP, forget it. Go and have a wonderful time. Just watch your windsheild!
