Saturday, October 25, 2008
October 2006. The last time I was in Acapulco.
Any tale that starts with those word should involve a setting of blue skies, hot days, and hotter relationships. One glance at the photograph above will let you know that Acapulco can be as wet and cool as Seattle.
The square is usually alive with tourists and vendors -- as well as a few entertainers. Instead, my camera could find only a mother and her son scurrying to avoid God's little joke on cruise ship passengers who paid a month's salary to experience what they could find at home.
Actually, it was a pleasant day merely to walk in the rain and see a completely different side of Acapulco.
Even the shoeshine men had abandoned their Danish-efficiency green chairs. Perhaps not wishing to see their tidy ships sink below the clear-tiled water.