Busing the Bay: When Bad Things Happen

It was the last Friday of the season at the Jazz Foundation (JF) and Soul Trip was performing. The sound system and lights at the JF are first-rate, with the view from the balcony overlooking the Malecon providing the framework for a magical Vallarta evening.

Suddenly, we had a Vallarta summer storm. Palm trees bending in the torrential wind, rain pounding down and into the club, thunder booming and the lightening providing a strobe effect of the bay. The streets were deserted and flooded.

As would be expected in Mexico, the band played on.

The rain ended and the JF was inundated with thirsty customers; the band played an extra set.

It was one of those nights you never want to end; once home, we had a final beverage before heading to bed.

I discovered a mess in our bedroom.

Was Velma mad at me?

Not like her to throw her clothes all over the room, mine maybe, but not hers.

Our house had been broken into!

We notified security. Velma’s purse with her id’s and cards, as well as my wallet, were gone.

Saturday morning, we met the administrator for our complex, Karla; she has been a shining star in this upsetting incident. She arranged for police to come and stayed to translate, also driving us to the police station on Monday to retrieve the police report. Two hours waiting for a thirteen-page police report only one person has asked to see.

We contacted our former landlord, Flavio, who helped us by contacting Intercam and arranging to cancel our MX bank card and receive replacements.  He offered to loan us money until we secured access to our Canadian accounts.

It was amazing to realize that far away from “old-home” there were people who cared for you and were there to help.

We located the INM near the cruise ship terminal and started the process to reissue our Residente Temporal permits. To date, we have made trips for photos, bank fees (3x), and INM (7x).

Our credit cards were mailed to our Canadian address and we arranged for a friend to bring them down. While I would never trust my credit card with a politician, I had no issues in asking a rock and roll musician to bring my cards down. Thanks, Rock n Roll Donnie.

Shocker Alert! Our bank (BNS) will only issue debit cards in person. To get around this you require a Power of Attorney on file with your bank. Take note everyone.  We had to fly to Calgary to receive new debit cards.

Anyone booked a flight without a credit card recently? A friend, Ed the Spoon-man, from La Cruz, stepped up and offered us his credit card to book our trip home. Maybe he was anxious to get rid of us?

Landing in Calgary, our son picked us up and drove us to see Vallarta’s rock legends, “Tres Cuartos”, on their Canadian tour. He told us he was our Uber for the night; figured he owed us a few rides.

We were fortunate to see our granddaughters playing high school soccer. Three games in freezing weather. One of the twins scored a goal, and while that warmed my heart, the rest of me was freezing.

So thankful to be back and warm in our “new-home” in Vallarta. Flavio offered to pick us up at the airport upon our return! We feel loved and safe.

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Bruce Howells
Bruce es un canadiense jubilado, que junto con su esposa Velma, tomó una "mulligan" en la vida y escapó del frío de Canadá y se instaló en Vallartazona. Cumpliendo un retirosueño de no conducir más, Bruce utilizará transportatio públicon para recorrer la bahía y contar sus historias aquí. Consejos e itinerarios bienvenidos. Correo electrónico: busbanderasbay

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