Tequila!

On Monday we headed out on a tour that took us walking through downtown, then on a bus tour to one of the tequila factories in Puerto Vallarta. We ate lunch in a restaurant tucked up in the hills and then were subjected to the odor of fermenting soon-to-be tequila. The tour was interesting but my pregnant nose just couldn't handle the alcohol smell.

These are some of the plants they use to make the tequila.

Speaking of being pregnant, this tour marked my very first belly touch -- a landmark on this journey to motherhood that I was expecting at some point, just not so soon, and certainly not in this scenario.
I've never understood why people assume that because a woman is pregnant, her stomach is suddenly open for petting. I suppose close friends and family could be deemed exempt but not the Mexican tour guide on our tour. That's right, near the end of the day he came up to me and rubbed my stomach and said some sort of congratulations. I was so surprised -- partly because had never met this man before the tour and partly because I was still fooling myself into thinking that I wasn't showing very much. Apparently I was because no one told him I was pregnant.
At any rate, it was a funny experience but I'm sure just one of many yet to come.

Later that day, we hit the waves at the beach just steps away from our hotel.

Check out my baby bump! (or is that from too many tacos in Mexico?)

Derek deciding whether or not to ride the waves.
He decided to go for it...