The last few days were strange.
We were safe. That’s the most important thing. But it was unsettling to watch everything unfold in real time online. Videos. Headlines. Messages flying back and forth. AI created images mixed in with real ones.
It’s one thing to read about unrest somewhere far away. It’s another to recognize the streets in the background of a video.
We had a go-bag ready. Just in case. Change of clothes. A week's worth of meds. Personal documents. Essentials. Bolt’s food, treats, and his favorite stuffy. Not because we expected to use it; because preparation lowers panic. I am a big believer in “hope for the best, but plan for the worst”.
There’s something sobering about realizing how quickly normal can wobble.
It was scary. It was sad. It was a reminder that the world is complicated and fragile and not always predictable.
And then, just as quickly, life returned to its rhythm.
By the next day, the unrest was over. People were still sheltering-in-place to give the authorities space to clean up. The day after that, things were back to normal. Schools reopened. Flights continued. Restaurants, tours, beach vendors, and small businesses returned to their regular rhythm.
In other words: life here moved forward.
Puerto Vallarta feels like itself again.
I also want to say something about the people here…
The people of Mexico are resilient. They are hardworking, proud, and accustomed to navigating challenges with calm strength. This moment of disruption does not define this place. I don’t want to pretend nothing happened. It did. But I also don’t want a single moment to define an entire place.
Mostly, I feel grateful. Grateful for safety. Grateful for community. Grateful for perspective.
And yes, the go-bag is still packed. Not out of fear; out of wisdom. - Bridget
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