Where's the table cloth?

It was a fairly early start on the way down to PV this morning, no time for breakfast in the hotel, and for some insane, mad, efn stupid reason, there were no restaurants open in international departures.
I did manage to snag a spare breakfast from the business class cabin, (the boss didn't want one), which filled a hole along with a bottle of wine. (Yes, wine at breakfast. Don't shoot me, OK?)
Uneventful, and a scheduled 5 hour flight turned into 4 hours 20 minutes thanks to some tailwinds.I assume.
A cab ride to the hotel and we were given a tour of all the changes by the manager who we've known for years.
The changes are massive! Massive I tell you! 
Apart from the outside walls, not a single thing remains the same. Some new restaurants, some restaurants relocated, new pools, the list goes one.It must have cost millions. (Or billions if you're talking pesos.)
Unpacked in double quick time and then downstairs for a drink before dinner in the new Italian restaurant. Chicken Parmigiana went down very well. 


Ah well...