Today, we stopped in Acapulco.
Where we were greeted by a Mexican band playing Christmas carols in the spirit of Salvation Army bands around the world.
We strolled along the bay that once drew the rich and famous to its glamorous beaches.
Had a snack in a little tourist restaurant.
Looked at beaches that should have been filled with tourists. (Bargain alert. Hotel rooms that once commanded $400 a night are on offer for $40.)
Walked around the fort that protected the annual Manila galleon on its trip from the Far East with goods destined for Madrid. (This is the loop, of course, that was closed by Spanish explorers who sailed from Barra de Navidad in 1564.)
Watched the famous cliff divers.
Wandered into the Nuestra Señora de la Soledad cathedral, where preparations were underway for the 12 December feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe -- arguably Mexico's most important holiday.
Witnessed three groups in procession to the cathedral to celebrate the days leading up to her feast day. Complete with cohetes -- the skyrockets that northerners believe have been designed for religious processions just to bedevil them.
Tonight somewhere around 2 AM, we will be passing by the House with No Name in Barra de Navidad. I will not see it again until Saturday.
But, today, we stopped in Acapulco.
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