So, we went to Acapulco again, but this time avoided the crowds and the high-rise hotel zone almost completely. We rented a house on a cliff (with a pool, of course) and just stayed there.
We cooked, and swam in the pool, and listened to the surf crashing on the rocks, and got some sun. All the usual stuff. The views were amazing. No one was diving off the cliff, but we did see some guy diving for clams, or oysters, or eel, or something hiding around the rocks. Maybe treasure.
Well, they don't call it Nacapulco for nothing. So, I flew back from the U.S. on the Sunday before New Year's, and drove immediately to Acapulco. It was tiring, but if I'd stayed in my house a minute longer, I probably wouldn't have left (I do like my couch time). But it was pretty cool. It was only a 3-hour drive. The first two days we stayed with some friends of Fernando, (Eduardo 'Lalo' and Pepe). Lalo is a painter (artist), and has some arrangement with the owner of a nice hotel, and gets to live in a small apartment at the hotel. It's on the top of a hill with a great view of the whole bay. Acapulco is one of the oldest resort towns in Mexico, and was visited by the rich and famous for many years. Still now, but it is really just like Mexico City by the sea. There're tons of people everywhere, and traffic, and horns honking and people yelling. I suppose it was more crowded because everyone was on vacation, too. The geography was pretty.
So for New Year's Eve, Lalo and Pepe did their own thing, and
Fernando and I went with Mike and Alejandra (Mike is a coworker), and their friends Enrique and Sonia to a fancy schmancy restaurant overlooking the bay. Even though we paid almost $250 dollars each, it was pretty great. They had an open bar with lots of name-brand liquor and such, and then gave us asix-course meal with things like crab, caviar, steak and fish, and even fancy champagne and dessert. At midnight, we went up on the terrace to see the fireworks over the whole bay. It was really
