The morning sun makes the mist go away as the engine starts. We do not choose a set destination; we head south. Mexico shows many differences, clearly seen on its roads. We use smooth toll highways that cross large fields and free roads where waiting and change prove necessary. Each mile tells a different tale.
The tires press over the pavement reminding us that here driving is intense. We leave Mexico City behind, its busy streets lost among the wide plains of the Bajío. The highways seem to go on forever. The heat warps the distant view with odd images. In Querétaro, traffic reminds us that road rules serve more as hints than strict regulations. When Guadalajara comes near making surprise U-turns becomes routine.
Driving in Mexico tests our reflexes balancing freedom with caution. A donkey crosses the road, a truck full of avocados moves quickly with weak brakes, a yellow light motivates one last rush. This situation forces us to pay attention, show respect as well as keep a light mood.
The Pacific highways move with their own beat. On the twisting roads of Nayarit, each turn calls for gentle use of the gas pedal, careful balance with the car. The air carries a mix of salt and the smell of the nearby jungle. Puerto Vallarta appears ahead like a well-planned ending.
The style of driving changes. Stone streets require careful handling; their rough surfaces recall past ages. On the boardwalk near the long ocean, the pace slows because everyone seems to agree that there is no hurry in this pleasant place. In the hills roads wind with many pleasing views. No wonder many visitors come here; they find this place welcoming and full of promise. Puerto Vallarta real estate grows quickly turning every terrace with a sea view and every narrow street into a call to settle.
The journey might go on because Mexico always offers new chances. For now the engine stops, replaced by the soft sound of waves. Driving here does more than take us from one place to another; it fills each turn, stop next to sudden change with a story. As the sun sinks into the Pacific, one thing stays true: tomorrow, the key will start the car again.