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Day 8 7/5/12
Let’s see if we can piece together today’s events. Peaceful morning, walking the beach looking for sea glass and occasionally languishing in an inflatable while being lulled into a mild coma by the surf. Once back up to the condo, Cecillio and his girlfriend, Esmerelda “La Diabla” (his words, not mine) were waiting for us. It’s Thursday and that means “Pozole and a Show”. Evidently, this is a tradition in this area and it’s always on a Thursday.
We all hopped into my little rental and ventured off to the little town of Tres Palos and found La Lomita, a massive palapa covered party place. We all had the pozole, (chicken and hominy soup with peppers, pigskin and who-knows-what thrown in). It all went well when combined with Mescal. Once the mescal kicked in, we started the dancing in our “gringo fashion” and all danced for a solid 3 hours to non-stop tropical, drum machine driven music. Well, non-stop except for mescal refills. During our dance fever the place proceeded to really get packed. Thursday afternoon and it appears no one is working for miles around. (?) At 5 the show cranked up, spewing out a fountain of cross-dressers, Cher impersonators and one “I think I danced with that guy earlier” moment. Oh, the pictures.
Under Cecillio’s guidance, we swerved back into town, killed the last of the tequila and were entertained by Esmerelda and Sharon’s command of each others foreign language skills.
Day 9 7/6/12
Exciting local bus ride down to the old fort “Fuerte San Diego“, a star shaped garrison that we explored all by ourselves. Plenty of the requisite cannons, a moat, draw bridge and beautiful views of the bay. Then waltzed across the street and down the hill to give one of my first documentary DVDs to a fellow that gave me a great interview 3-4 years ago. He wasn’t there today so we went further down the hill and happened upon the Zocalo for refreshments. Again, caught a local bus to head back to the condo. But this bus was fully airbrushed inside and out with some sort of “Transformers” theme and distorted electronica music a-blairing. He also took the creative route to our pre-stop destination of the Mexican Walmart. Back at the condo it’s nappy time. At some point Cecillio tapped on the door. Sharon was still in sleep mode so Cecillio and Donnie went for “Get it all over ya” fish soup on the street. Tasty. Then off to a barrio in Old Acapulco (no gringos here) and a dirty little cantina. Fill in the blanks and toss in blairing mariachis. The rest is blurry.
Day 10 7/7/12
Cecillio got to the condo early and we took off for a day trip to Taxco. Had a yummy breakfast of chorizo & eggs, pollo barbacoa and a pig backbone soup in Zumpango, just outside of Chilpancingo. A couple of hours later, we were in the eye-of-the-storm of Taxco. Pedestrians, vendors and Volkswagens; thousands of each all sharing the same space at a 45 degree angle atop the mountains. Cecillio drove this part, thank God. Grubby town but quite fun and The Ultimate Exquisite Cathedral in the Zocalo. Impressive. We proceeded to camp out at an adjoining cafe on the roof top. Cecillio met some business associates there and He and Sharon perused pounds of silver jewelry for Cecillio to sell in the U.S. There were plenty of sights from the roof top. You’ll just have to wait for the details when we get pictures out. We left town at 6, got back to the condo at 10 and were asleep by 10:01.
