The mangoes in Acapulco are so sweet. The way they eat them in Mexico is by taking a fork with three prongs, and the middle prong is longer than the others. You stick this fork into the mango and insert the longer prong into the seed. Then you peel the skin off the mango and eat the whole thing like a popsicle. I ate mangoes everyday while I was in Mexico.
We got up every day with the sun and walked on the beach while the mist was still lifting from the ocean and pink and purple hues were just starting to show in the sky. Breakfast, around 8:30 or 9, was huevos rancheros (scrambled eggs with chorizo and salsa verde) with tortilla, fresh papaya, kiwi, watermelon and pineapple; good strong coffee, fresh-squeezed orange juice and buttery flaky croissants. We were famished after walking on the beach for an hour or so.
The better part of the morning and early afternoon was spent reading in the shade by the pool or under the tent near the ocean, taking pictures or playing in the waves which if you weren't careful could a) knock you over or b) pull you out to sea (Acapulco is notorious for its undertow and strong currents). Lunchtime was when we were hungry, and we ate so well. On various days we had: homemade mole; enchiladas; homemade spaghetti; salad with avocadoes; tacos with beans, chorizo, lettuce, avocado and cheese; and then mangoes for dessert.
Siesta was on a chair by the pool facing the sea, under a thatched straw arcade so the sun wouldn't burn. The constant breeze and 88 degree weather was perfect. We had 12-hour days so sunset was at 7:30 and the entire bay became golden and things became calm when the sun dipped. And then a shower and dinner brought relief from the sand and sun. After dinner I read "Hola Mexico!" which is like "People" for Mexicans (but a lot classier) until finally crashing into vacationally-induced blissful sleep around 10. Party animal, I know.
We got up every day with the sun and walked on the beach while the mist was still lifting from the ocean and pink and purple hues were just starting to show in the sky. Breakfast, around 8:30 or 9, was huevos rancheros (scrambled eggs with chorizo and salsa verde) with tortilla, fresh papaya, kiwi, watermelon and pineapple; good strong coffee, fresh-squeezed orange juice and buttery flaky croissants. We were famished after walking on the beach for an hour or so.
The better part of the morning and early afternoon was spent reading in the shade by the pool or under the tent near the ocean, taking pictures or playing in the waves which if you weren't careful could a) knock you over or b) pull you out to sea (Acapulco is notorious for its undertow and strong currents). Lunchtime was when we were hungry, and we ate so well. On various days we had: homemade mole; enchiladas; homemade spaghetti; salad with avocadoes; tacos with beans, chorizo, lettuce, avocado and cheese; and then mangoes for dessert.
Siesta was on a chair by the pool facing the sea, under a thatched straw arcade so the sun wouldn't burn. The constant breeze and 88 degree weather was perfect. We had 12-hour days so sunset was at 7:30 and the entire bay became golden and things became calm when the sun dipped. And then a shower and dinner brought relief from the sand and sun. After dinner I read "Hola Mexico!" which is like "People" for Mexicans (but a lot classier) until finally crashing into vacationally-induced blissful sleep around 10. Party animal, I know.
One morning after breakfast we went to the local supermarket - the Walmart. Yes, the Walmart. It is twenty minutes away on foot, on an avenue that is lined with palm trees and borders a gigantic golf course. We bought Mexican chips and candy at the Walmart. One candy is called Bubu Lubu, it is chocolate with marshmallow and some kind of jam. So yummy. That was our only excursion since we were far away from the Acapulco downtown area (and apparently it is not very nice to see, like Myrtle Beach times ten) and were only visiting for three and a half days. One young man was selling silver jewelry in a palapa on the beach near our place. Another lady was selling genuine pearl necklaces for $30.
Not too far away from the apartment there is a huge hotel called "Princess" with several pools, many tourists, bars, and Mexican riff raff hanging out on the beach in front of the hotel offering gringos everything from massages to pot to horse rides to ATV rentals. But where we were, there are only apartments and condominiums, owned mainly by Mexicans, and since it was a low season we had the entire place and the pool to ourselves. Everyone we met was so friendly. There is also a bar near the pool where we had pina coladas, margaritas and fresh coconut (cut for you on the spot) while lounging around the pool.
So now, it's back to reality...I like feeling what I can only describe as "dépaysée" every now and then, enjoying things to the fullest...
Not too far away from the apartment there is a huge hotel called "Princess" with several pools, many tourists, bars, and Mexican riff raff hanging out on the beach in front of the hotel offering gringos everything from massages to pot to horse rides to ATV rentals. But where we were, there are only apartments and condominiums, owned mainly by Mexicans, and since it was a low season we had the entire place and the pool to ourselves. Everyone we met was so friendly. There is also a bar near the pool where we had pina coladas, margaritas and fresh coconut (cut for you on the spot) while lounging around the pool.
So now, it's back to reality...I like feeling what I can only describe as "dépaysée" every now and then, enjoying things to the fullest...
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Ah, it sounds so amazing! The mangoes and avocados alone are enough to send me into a fit of jealousy.
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