Traveling in Mexico Life in Acapulco
Monday, March 31st, 2008
The sea retreated as she broke the grip of the tumbling waters. Soft swells revealed an ever-lengthening expanse of smooth, mocha-colored skin. Warm rivulets of salty water ran down her from long wavy auburn hair. She had been swimming hard against the retreating tide. The breeze rustling the palm fronds she watched along the beach felt like the gentle breath of angels.
“Here’s an Agua de Pipa with ice”, I offered.
“Just what I need. I’m parched”, she quickly responded as I held out the dark brown ball that was a chilled, wet coconut.
A hole had been sliced into its top to admit a long yellow straw. She sipped for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity to her salt-cracked throat, the sweetness contrasting the Pacific’s salt. Whirling abruptly, she dropped into the blue wooden lounge chair next to me, throwing a cartoon character towel across her dripping torso. Her feet buried themselves in the moist, warm sand. Shade from the blue and white canvas beach umbrella blocked the late morning Acapulco sun. Raggedly clad vendors plodded their way along the beach hawking chili-powder-sprinkled mangoes, cheese-filled roast platano slathered with sweet cream, and clear plastic bags of brightly-colored soft drinks. Straws protruded from their twist-tied tops.
“Would you like a nice, relaxing neck and back massage?”
Looking up, the face of a middle-aged black woman appeared. Her sun-bleached brown and black hair in neatly-done dreadlocks. “Only 10 pesos to do your head and neck.” Stepping behind me she began to massage my neck and shoulders briskly. The scent of perfumed coconut oil adding to the sensation. “A full body massage is only 50 pesos”, she added.
Much drier now from the sun, heat and towel, my wife chimed in, “Go ahead and get one. I’ll treat you for Father’s Day.”
Together they made me an offer I didn’t refuse. The Rasta woman spread our large cartoon character towel on the crystal sand. I prostrated myself on its moistness and in moments began to drift wonderfully away to the sensation of a thousand magic fingers on my sun-tanned skin and the aroma of perfumed coconut oil.
Getting to Acapulco
Getting to Acapulco is pretty simple; from Mexico City, it’s a six-hour, 230-peso bus ride from the South Terminal (Terminal Sur - metro stop: Tasque
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