From Cliff Divers to a Nudist Beach
…and finding treasure, sea turtles, and Elvis
“Fun in Acapulco!” Our newest catch-phrase.
During one of our Mexican treks, heading for the southern coastline, our daughter Isabelle, wanting to see for herself what that coast was like, booked an open-jaw flight from Colorado into Acapulco to then fly back home from Cancun. We had been able to time our travels from the West Coast to arrive at an RV Park west of Acapulco for a few nights, pick Isabelle up from the airport and have time to relax and see the sights before we got back on the road. We had two weeks to get her to Cancun to fly home.
Acapulco, although beautiful in its location and history, was a bitch to drive around. It was very difficult to figure out the right road that went anywhere we wanted to see with its glorieta system being very much like an octopus’ tentacles without road signs indicating what road went where. We often found the right road by trial and error and backtracking, but not without a lot of stress and cursing from the driver. We’d often have to go back around the glorieta circle several times to find the right road, or, with luck on our side, we’d find it accidentally. That experience was frustrating, stressful, and a big pain-in-the-butt, but worth the hassle when we finally found our destinations.
