I think all of Puerto Vallarta needed a party to usher 2012 the hell out and welcome 2013 with open arms and a glass-is-half-full attitude. Young, old, gay, straight, Mexican, Canadian, American, rich and poor were all looking to escape the past. And they did it in Vegas-style night clubs on the Malecon, in plastic chairs on the beach, motoring up and down the coast in their yachts, on the streets and doorways of the city’s neighborhoods, and in every restaurant and bar throughout the city.
Our plan for New Year’s Eve was typical; play it as it lay. Because we had no one place to go (i.e. a reservation that would permit one to have dinner at an appointed time. A novel concept for KR), we sampled the entire city’s various flavors of a New Years Party. Here’s what we found.