The whole experience actually exceeded my expectations. We all had a fabulous time and the staff was really terrific. Everything came off as planned. We got my brother as far as the airport before he was told we were off to PV. Once we looked at the villa and facilities, he mentioned that it was all great, but it would be nicer if his two sons (one of whom is married with a 15-month old grandson) could be there ("maybe next year" we said). Almost on cue, the oldest son arrived and by then my brother was completely overwhelmed. No sooner had we settled in to villa life, Dick popped up and introduced himself. He is such an engaging guy that we chatted everyday. He took us on a tour of Salinas I, explaining all the art, the furniture construction, the remodels (the nifty deals he made), etc. We invited Dick and Sally to the birthday bash which Juan arranged on the beach, next to the barbeque. Just at sunset, ten mariachis came down the stairs playing some fanfare and for the next hour cranked out the old favorites (D&S knew them all) as we danced our champagne-fueled bodies to exhaustion. Dick mentioned that you put in a good word for us, so I thank you for your attention (he said that you are indispensable). The villa was everything I expected and more. There were lot of extra features that I didn't anticipate such as the orientation of the villa in December (northwest to southeast) avoid direct blasts from the sun. It was always warm and if we wanted to fry directly in the sun, we just went down to the beach. There were faucets at the stairway to wash away the sand, and a convenient bathroom half-way up the stairs. Plenty of floatation gear for the 15-month toddler to splash around the wading section of the swimming pool, etc. Dick explained how the architect spent a week or more just looking at the site to position the villa rooms in the most optimum manner for views, access, and luxury. The use of tile and marble was well done, and the lighting throughout the villa was perfectly located and controlled: small touches that add up to a magnificent setting. The slapping of the waves is always a delightful way to be lulled to sleep and awaken in the morning (my niece actually forgot about the setting and confessed that she brought the wave-sound machine along to provide soporific background for her son). Juan turned out to be a Mexican-Renaissance man. He even took four of us scuba-diving at the islands 20 miles to the west and was our dive-master! Always affable, he showed up every day to sug