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July 15. The Pozole and a show was a bit much for Sharon so Shawn and I took off at 7am for the Van’s Open Surf Competition. They were whittling down to the final 32 surfers. It was a different way to kill the entire morning. Then we snuck into the Mayan Princess to rinse off in their pool and generally peruse their lush, expensive property. Once back to the condo, it was an afternoon of languishing in the pool. Or so we thought.
Cecillio rounded us up and took us deep into an Acapulco barrio. It was party time. I don’t recall who it was but someones little boy just graduated from grade school. It was at his celebration that we met a slew of Cecillio’s kin folk, including his sister. I kind of think it was her house but… not too sure about that and many other details. Cecillio-ites continued to pour in from the dusty street on to the patio of fiesta. Massive amounts of chivo (shredded goat), pasta, peppers, beer and whiskey were the prelude to live music from a local musico and the impending karaoke and relentless feedback. I was sober enough to fix the feedback problem and was rewarded with a local mescal. Make that 3 or 4. Make that, they let me keep the bottle. I did.
July 16. A well deserved, slow morning quickly became afternoon. We hit the streets in search of pesos for dollars and then a bit of trinket shopping. Cecillio showed up later and took us to yet another concert, a very poorly prepared concert that we soon left. In place of the concert, Cecillio took us to the home that he grew up in where one of his many sisters made us sopes and menudo. Mighty tasty.
July 17. We generally packed and got organized to leave Acapulco. We made one last visit to Bonfil beach then ended this portion of the trip with a savory steak dinner on La Costera. That’s really all I can tell you because the bottle of wine with dinner did me in.
July 18. Bye-bye Acapulco. Shawn got a taste of driving in Mexico. As he got us on to the main route north, the protesters made their presence known. They overtook the toll booths and let us all pass without charge. To show our support, we let them adorn our back widow with their propaganda. “Apoyo la gente, baby.” Onward, through Cuernavaca to Tepoztlan. Once we landed at a hotel, it appeared that Shawn caught a bit of a bug.
July 19. Tepoztlan is an official “Pueblo Magico”; nice vibes, artsy, great food and a 1.2 mile climb straight up to the ruin of Tepozteco. It is a very tough climb and, sorry folks but I only made it 3/4ths of the way. Sharon and Shawn didn’t argue with me. So, we spent a fair amount of time looking at arts and crafts then took a very serious nap.
Tomorrow we head for Puebla.
