Riviera Nayarit and the Gourmet Festival

11.28.11

Mr G and I had the incredible luxury of staying in Riviera Nayarit for the annual Gourmet Festival. I wasn’t really sure where Riviera Nayarit was other than the fact that it’s a few minutes away from Puerto Vallarta and a short plane ride from Los Angeles.

Get ready because I’m going to deluge you with a series of posts about the food, spa and sightseeing in and around Riviera Nayarit.

We stayed at the Grand Velas Riviera Nayarit. Take everything you think you know about All Inclusive Resorts and throw it out the window. The Grand Velas is a AAA five diamond property with a handful of four diamond restaurants on site. After touring the property I’m quite sure I could check in there without asking for a second room. This is the most standard room, it’s not a room, it’s a suite, but again it’s the most modest room.

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I couldn’t help myself, I took a video of the Presidential Suite. I don’t recall how much it costs, but it’s definitely in the range of, “If you have to ask you can’t afford it”. I was shocked that the larger suites were all in very high demand. What recession?

We were there very specifically for the Gourmet Food Festival, which occurs in the area every November. There are visiting chefs and special menus that should not be missed. Every dish was a work of art and I fell in love with fresh sardines. If, like me, you grew up on canned sardines give the fresh ones a try, they are delightful and the absolute opposite of whatever happens in that can.

This week I’ll give you a recap of the trip, including almost all of the restaurants (I think there were about 20 of them and I’m sure I’ll forget one) and some special places that I absolutely must return to.

Mostly though, I was a victim of watching 24 hour news shows. Mexico is really really really dangerous if you’re part of a drug cartel… you know, like Los Angeles can be dangerous for gang members.

Open Enrollment, Life Insurance and My Will

11.16.11

It’s time for open enrollment at Mr. G’s workplace. I spent an hour trying to figure out how much we might spend on healthcare and childcare next year so that we could contribute the appropriate amount to the Flexible Spending Accounts (FSA’s). Life insurance is a no brainer, we get the maximum for him and the maximum for me. It’s less than $10 a month and it’s not a whole lot of insurance, but it’s something.

This year I noticed something different on the life insurance options. Take a look for yourself.

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The options are as follows:

  • Employee only
  • Employee + Spouse with the spouse at 50% coverage
  • Employee + Spouse with the spouse at 100% coverage
  • Employee + Children
  • Employee + Family with the spouse at 50% coverage
  • Employee + Family with the spouse at 100% coverage

So I had a little freak out. Because who buys life insurance for children? How would $25,000 help me if something happened to one of my kids? I’d be too busy launching myself off a cliff. I know there are those whole life policies that provide a little savings account… but the thought of it was gruesome. If something happens to Mr. G the kids and will need a shit ton of cash because he does everything here. Everything. If something happened to me Mr. G would have to work very differently and hire someone to replace me. That all makes sense and for a few dollars a month I’ll buy some insurance.

When I thought about possibly clicking the column that would insure the kids I became physically ill. It’s just not something I could insure. Crazy?

Also, I’m off to Mexico tomorrow, specifically Puerto Vallarta. I wasn’t able to get K&R insurance, but I’ve promised my mother I won’t die. I also didn’t update my will. But Mom I’m pretty sure blogs are legal documents so if the plane drops out of the sky please make sure everyone knows that we want my brother to raise the kids. There’s plenty of life insurance and he can have my house. Just make sure no one wears their shoes upstairs, because I’d spin like a rotisserie chicken if my kids were being raised like that.