Zihuantanejo

miércoles, julio 12, 2006

A weekend at the beach....began with a midnight bus ride through the dark country side of west Mexico, waking up to lush, green jungle like places sprinkled with rain. Arrived at the hotel Casa Aurora and realized we didn’t have air...only a fan that didn’t even reach high speed...yikes...started sweating so we headed to the beach in Ixtapa taking a taxi through teh green palm tree lined mountain roads and ending up the bottom on the shore. Ate delicious breakfasts and drank fresh orange juice, then headed back to the small town, Zihuantanejo to get away from the tourists. On to the beach which was at the end of a rocky foot path that waves crashed into, still sweating like a banshee, until we got to the beach and put out stuff under a palm tree and got into the water. warm and calm, with just enough waves to make it fun, I spent most of the weekend pruned from being in the water sooo long. The evening started with tacos and coca-cola, then some helado and heading back to the beach to hang out with the locals. Kids played basketball with a coconut until it cracked open. Sleeping in my bathing suit kept me cool and made getting to the beach the next day much easier. Bought the best beach hat in the market for 3 dollars and Marcie drank juice out of a plastic bag as we waited for the bus to the beach. Met a family from Morelia, and after spending the day at the beach drinking cervezas with sal y limon we went to their house to swim in the pool. Went out for more tacos and copas, and then headed back to Ixtapa to Carlos and Charlie’s where the mixed drinks come big gulp size. Ridiculous. The club spills on to the beach so we danced on the shore with the salty breezes. Watched parts of the world cup game from the beach....I was for Italia...ole! Then the 8 hour ride home, back through the countryside of Mexico...seeing what the country is really like outside of the city, lush green forest and mountains as far as you can see turning into deserts with small rivers winding through the cliffs and kids swimming in their clothes. horses tied out by the roads, and huts selling tacos and gorditas every few miles. Coca-cola everywhere. Into Michoacan where we drove through the clouds into the green valleys with pine trees and bright red flowers, people riding in the back of trucks covering their faces from the rain. Huge lakes with a road built going straight through, through colonial towns where everyone filled the plazas on a Sunday night, and finally back to Querétaro. Next trip to Zihuantanejo you should come and we can stay in one of the hut houses on the mountain.

On to Mexico DF this weekend...