DESCANSO. After three weeks of working without a break, my weekend off finally arrived. Operation Acapulco in action. Beautiful beaches, foamy green water with trash, endless offers for a taxi ride, and nightlife central. Best of all worlds, trashy water and all.
Acapulco actually proved to be quite a mix of new experiences. They included:
A four-hour bus ride next to someone who doesn’t understand the concept of a personal bubble. Half-an-hour hot, humid, sweaty walk to the hotel with incessant offers from taxi drivers to take me there when all I wanted was directions.
Hotel elevators with security guards every time you went up or came down. Nightclubs with bungee jumps, views of the beach, and bathroom attendants who turn the water on and off at the faucet for you. Mexican police officers who love to get the most out of the tourists who stroll the beach at night. Quinceñeras on the pool dock when all I wanted to do was listen to my own music and the sound of waves. Palm tree hats. McDonalds for not only the first time in Mexico, but the first time in at least two years. Seeing the Pacific Ocean for the first time. Constant bombardment on the beach from souvenir vendors, waiters for beers, advertisers for nightclubs, and singing children to get a coin or two. Six people in one hotel room.
Great company, great times, great weekend. Just what I needed.
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