Our plans to visit the Monarch Butterfly Sanctuary are set for Tuesday – Friday, the hotel reservations are made. That was easy as I did it on-line. Next we need to buy our bus tickets, can’t do it on-line as we can’t print them and mail is out of the question. So we think we know where the bus station is and we figured it was a nice day to walk. It’s only about a mile and time for Doyle to get some exercise. Well we missed our turn and went to far so we had to stop and ask and of course in this part of town rarely does any one speak english, but my few words of spanish sufficed and actually I had composed a complete sentence and got my answer. The part I understood of the answer was the hand wave and the word Commercial. Then we knew we should have turned at the Commercial. We had bought tickets here once before and got to our destination, but didn’t get the type of bus we wanted, so we scoped out the whole station this time and discovered there are about 10 bus lines that operate out of the one station. We knew which line we wanted, I had everything written down so if they couldn’t understand my spanish they could read it and lo and behold the ticket agent spoke pretty good english. So now we have 1st class bus tickets, and head. Since we had worked up an appetite we decided to stop at Fru Taco, I had heard that while it was just a little Mexican neighborhood eatery, the food was good. I got a mushroom and pepper quesedia and the Senor got a spicy chicken taco. One of the gals there spoke english and visited with us as they love to practice their english skills. A most enjoyable lunch! On our walk back I managed to trip twice on hidden obstacles in the weeds that grow thru the cracks in the pavement and really did a number on my knee. Left me
limping the rest of the day. But now it’s siesta time!
We regularly wait until after dark and dine by candle light on our balcony. But tonight there was a music show at the Zocolo so we had not only candle light, but a musical serenade as well. After dinner I left the Senor to his TV as I wanted to watch the rest of the performance art the Zocolo. I got as far as down stairs where in front of our establishment was what I call a Mexican Hootenany! Impromptu music! There is one mexican fellow who is frequently there playing his guitar and singing. Strictly Mexican music, he speaks no english, and has a wonderful, powerful voice, that fills the entire street. One of the Canadian guests in our building was also there playing his guitar and singing pretty much what I call folk music and about 10 of us just sitting and listening. Javier is busy selling Tequila or beer from his liquor store. Both Mexican and Gringos come and go, visiting, drinking and mostly enjoying the music. I hung around for about 45 minutes and then headed to my original destination at the Zocolo and caught the last couple of songs by what appeared to be a
Mariachi band, They were elegantly dressed, but only 2-3 horns, half a dozen violins and a full size harp playing the “Orange Blossom Special” they were very, very good. Then on to “Daniels” where I joined up with friends who had just finished their dinner and were staying to watch Jimmi Mamou play good classic rock. So in the course of 3 blocks I listened to 3 completely different venues of music, all were great and all very typical of what happens in this town on any Friday or Saturday evening. What is not to love about Zihuatanejo. Signing off KO