Ringing in 2017 in Mazatlan!

For New Years Eve, our neighbor invited us to a party at one of the resorts on the beach here in Mazatlan. It didn't even start until 9pm! The kids were super excited to get to stay up so late. (Normally we would not have brought them, but my neighbor was bringing her girls, and everything here is so family friendly, we figured... what the heck!)

It reminded me of a fancy summer wedding back home. Big tents set up outside with nicely set tables. A delicious buffet of food and dessert. Open bar. Live music, and a huge dance floor. We had a blast and the kids and I literally danced the year away.

The band was awesome and the fireworks went off literally right over our heads at midnight! Here's a little glimpse of the evening. The background music included is NOT that of the actual band, it's just some Spanish music I was able to use for free in the video.



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