three days in Acapulco
"….leave all those long skirts and party dresses
in the closet……and no need to go out and get outfitted either, pack
lite!"
were the final suggestions I downloaded before I turned off my computer
and snapped my last suitcase closed.
It had been some time since I had given myself a
break,
and while this was going to be a brief three day respite, I also wanted
the interlude unqualified. Little more than "beach mixed with a little
tequila" would be essential, I had no idea what the add-ons would
add up to, and arrived clueless to the powers of Acapulco in July.
Adequate best describes Juarez International
Airport
sitting under a burning sun, and the afternoon light dispelled any
premonitions
of visiting during the "rainy season". But soon I realized I
had landed in another frame of mind, besides one of the most beautiful
natural bays in the world. With so much hype about the year-round near
perfect weather, the sheer splendor of the bay is often overlooked.
Jaime
met the flight, and the shadow of his jeep broke the heat. Little was I
to know, there are many types of ‘heat’ in this burg on the bay. The
drive
along el senica, as the road over the mountains is called,
teased
me to open my shirt. My driver was in shorts and wasn’t even wearing
shoes.
Shade and circulation presently became the secret to engaging the
warmth.
Casa Condesa turned out to be smaller
than
I had imagined, but the location was right on the mark….you could hear
the music floating up from the beach, walking distance! Tucked into the
side of the mountain was a veritable Shangi-la.
"The
others are at the beach," Jaime pointed out, explaining where my house
companions might be located. "You won’t be needing your watch, and
you might want to get out of those clothes," opened a quick tour of
the pool, gardens, and rooftop terrace. Jose [Pepe] was introduced and
had all the credentials for a 'perfect host'.
Acapulco is to be explored on foot, but for the
moment
I was content to just swing in the first hammock that I found and leave
the serious unpacking for later. About nine o’clock I was awakened to a
clamoring cloudburst that caught me under the thatched palapa. But I
hadn’t
slept through a hearty supper [of delicious leftovers] and was to find
out that the night was young……and as the tropical shower dissipated,
the
other Acapulco got started …..eleven designated early by all of the
locals.
Gay bars in Acapulco enjoy waves of popularity,
and
the moment’s was Picante arcing with an after-dark sunstroke.
That
wasn't pepper shakers on the bar, but Mexican manhood al gusto!
As the salt-rimmed Margarita's began to have a calming effect, a
friendly
clientele advised me that "we will go to Demas mañana"
and we headed for a place called Relax. My visit was mid-week,
and
the room was dark, 




but the spell was blazing while a local scene
throbbed
to blaring disco measure. Any number of honeys came up with wonderful
suggestions
to top off the night, and choosing became something of a lottery. "What
time do you have to go to work?" I naively asked.
The beach at Beto’s best cools the embers of the
previous
evening. The soothing crash of surf rolls over the scrubbed sand and
gives
time pause. The boys begin to drift by. The haze of the previous night
is replaced with a subtle Latin rhythm postponing all prospects of
siesta.
There is too much scenery so skimpily clad, and the huge rocks to the
left
harbor a protected pool of ocean water and maze of boulders for private
sunning. I had to experience this for myself.
"Mañana, mañana......I'll start
to think about unpacking" I repeat to no one in particular…. But wait,
mañana is when I return….and tonite there is the zocalo. When am
I going to check out the death defying divers of Quebrada, put off
until
another return the harbor cruise? And then I could continue to do
nothing
more than follow the setting sun and sink into sands baking on the
beach.
Well, as it turned out I never did get around to
serious
unpacking, because three days only wets the appetites to unwrap and
unwind
and start to discover your Acapulco!
Going back!
lets
try some music! please send kinky 1$ if you download the song.
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