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Day 11 7/8/12
Today we flew/drove solo. We went down the road, past the airport to Playa Bonfil. Quite a different beach from outside the condo or Pie de la Questa. This is one of the stops for surfers that conquer the east coast. There were a few but not very good surfers; more floundering rather than surfing.
Here you could actually swim and retain your bathing suit except for the occasional rouge wave. Cheap beer, palapas, hammocks and a trio of senioritas with hula-hoops. Decent eye candy for my single amigos. I brought my candy with me. We killed several hours here then headed back for a nap around 4. Cecillio tried to wake us but evidently we were in a sun induced coma. Before the sun set we walked down the main boulevard and discovered an excellent steak house that, unfortunately, didn’t serve wine. Que weird. No problemo. We indulged in vodka martinis and, contrary to my usually demeanor, ordered some very rare cuts of meat with chimichurri sauce. Sharon’s was cut, marinated and cooked table side, with each medallion cooked as she finished the previous. Killer, and considerably less expensive than I thought it would be. Actually, down right cheap… if it wasn’t for the vodka.
Day 12. 7/9/12
Again, started the day trying to find “the guy” that gave me the interview several years ago and once again, no luck. He’s got a great government job. Cecillio and his girlfriend picked us up there and we drove through Old Acapulco and then up the mountain to his family’s house. His daughter Arianna and a friend proceeded to push Johnny Walker and soda in our general direction. Somehow during this Cecillio disappeared, only to return with a Tupperware full of “meat stuff”. Mighty tasty with a fresh tortilla and some of Arianna’s homemade salsa. During Cecillio’s disappearing act he dropped Esmerelda off somewhere, so the three of us went to “Willmort’s International”. That’s just what we call it. Willmort is one “rico y suave” guy with a tiny 55 gallon drum kitchen in a grubby neighborhood market. Super friendly dude with a baritone/tenor voice, (Imagine Placido Domingo, drunk, belting out “Donnie Boy!) Otherwise he talks so fast that we are clueless as to anything we are asked. But his personality just made you say, “Sure!” We watched him cook up chuletas (pork chops), cactus leaves and a roasted onion for a customer which he ended up giving half of it to us. Oh, and 9 alarm salsa. He introduced us to a variety of nearby folks who spontaneously cracked open several quarts of Corona, (probably because they knew about his salsa), and “poof”, party on the patio. We stole a few recipes for our next party. We returned to the condo for a short nap, but in minutes were awakened by Cecillio, Esmerelda and her daughter Pricilla. Cecillio sparked up a cigar I bought him a few days earlier and we all talked away the evening with the bay of Acapulco in the background. It was an early evening with our friends due to Cecellio leaving for Austin,Texas in the early morning.
Day 13. 7/10/12
We started with a laid back morning in the condo because today Donnie finally has an appointment with the guy he’s been tracking down for days. Crossing the“malecon” from our hotel (this is quite the wake up call, considering the fast traffic). We caught the bus to the Mexican Cultural Center and met with Benjamin, “The Guy”. The cultural center is a parking lot with a few wrecked trucks, some office buildings and a lot of people who stand around collecting government pay. Someone besides the gate attendant must work here but we didn’t see them. After filming for about 45 minutes we were off again. This time to “La Quebrada” (cliff divers). You can’t go to Acapulco and not see this show. Well as it happens luckily We’ve seen this show before because the bus hit the end of the line and boom we’re off the bus and walking into neighborhoods that were a little seedy. We turned around and walked a couple miles and returned to the yacht club. This is the fun of not knowing the language very well and a good excuse for cold beer. Along with the cold beer came a small surprise of unusual sauces. We had chips with mango, coconut, avocado, chilis and one, well, we didn’t know what it was. They were all very tasty and served cold. YUM. It’s about 4 o’clock so back to the condo for a nap and the beach after dinner. Mas tarde…
