Zihuatanejo November 2001

Mr. and Mrs.Screamingecko, and seven friends, went to Zihuatanejo, Mexico on November 10, 2001. We filled all five guest rooms at the Villa De La Roca located on Playa La Ropa. We had a beautiful view of the Zihuatanejo bay from high upon a cliff, the rock which gave the house its name, the beach was a few steps away along a steep cobble stone side street, and a wonderful staff was on hand to cater to our every whim. Lay overs and security checks made the trip arduous, and a missed transfer had us sitting in Mexico City for four hours, but we eventually got there, and it was worth the trip. The weather was sunny and hot, just the way I like it, and the crowds apparently had somewhere else to be, because they were not in evidence. On Monday I went fishing with Mike's dad. Neither of us fish, and we didn't catch anything, but I managed to throw up over the side a couple of times. Friends don't let friends fish with a hang over. The trip was salvaged when we hooked up with the sleepy heads in the other boat, the one that left after breakfast. We were dropped off at a secluded beach for a day of snorkling and lounging around. This was followed by a short trip to a less secluded beach, although it was also only accessible by boat, where we had a wonderful late afternoon lunch. If a Mexican offers you a shrimp taco and a cerveza, say si. The ladies had a penchant for shopping, but I spent most of my time relaxing, enjoying the sun, and draining cervezas with Pappa Mod (Mike's dad). Lori and I had a great time, but alas she returned on Wednesday due to extreme MIS (maternal instinct syndrome). I arrived back in Cecil on Saturday, November 17, 2001. A taste of paradise is available on subsequent pages.

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