New Years 2017 Zihuatanejo

December 31-January 1 20 17

We have loved New Years in Mexico.  The Mexican people are friendly, colorful, loud, and love to have fun. New years is colorful, friendly and loud.  Very loud. We started with New Years Eve dinner at our favorite breakfast spot, Mito’s as we had seen their menu on line. It was excellent, appetizer of stuffed mushroom cap with goats cheese, a wonderful salad that I’m sure had cerviche in it (but I never mentioned that to the Senor) and choice of mahi mahi or steak.  I’m the fish eater he is the meat eater and followed with a small serving of ice cream.  It was a wonderful meal.  We then went on to Daniels to enjoy Jimmi Mamou play the blues and old-time rock and roll and visit with friends.  We had planned to watch the fire works from there as that is where they shoot them off from.  But not being quite the party animals we used to be we got tired and decided to watch from our roof top.  We fixed our drinks, pulled out the patio chairs, watched the fireworks and promptly went straight to bed.  The fire works were spectacular, shot from 3 different beaches around the bay.  Quite the show! It is definitely where we will watch the show in future years.

Fire

New Years day arrived with hopes of doing our grocery stock up only to discover there was a city wide taxi strike.  That’s OK I love to eat out.  Not knowing what might be open for breakfast we headed down our pedestrian street and went to the first place we found. Won’t do that again.  The menu was interesting, I ordered strawberry crapes.  My Spanish isn’t great but I can read a menu quite well. The Senor ordered 2 eggs over easy and 2 hot cakes.I ordered coffee he black tea. 10 minutes later we were told no black tea, OK, he got and received an orange juice. She made coffee, but other patrons filled their own cups before my cup arrived and of course no sweetener.  Ok, that is my problem for wanting something special. Finally my crepes arrived filled with strawberry jam and  chocolate syrup drizzled over them and a large hunk of what she said was ice cream.  What in reality it was was frozen cool whip.  Not exactly the breakfast of my dreams, but I ate half of it and the Senor ate the other half, him having quite a sweet tooth and being hungry as his

breakfast had not yet appeared. I am way done before his eggs finally arrive with 4 pieces of bread. We thought maybe they ran out of hotcakes, or she forgot. But half way into the eggs, his pancakes arrived,  again drizzled  with chocolate syrup. He was not happy, but  at least the eggs didn’t have any chocolate syrup.  Interesting place, just not to our liking. We didn’t take a chance with dinner and went to LaBella Vita where the proprietress greats you like you were her best friend. Never had a bad meal there either and the service is excellent

Monday January 2

Truly getting settled in. We have by now discovered everything we thought we packed and didn’t. Have our shopping list in order and will go to the Comercial this afternoon to stock our shelves. Promptly at 7:30 am I head out to the community pool which is about a mile and a half from our apartment. One of the maintenance workers greats me, saying so happy to have me back.  I’m a senior citizen so I don’t have to pay so isn’t for the money, it genuine. I love this place! I swim for 30 minutes, the only one in this Olympic size pool.  Afterwards I stop at the “mercado publico”  for my fruit and veggies and this time I also bought chicken from one of the chicken sellers.  These chickens are so fresh they arrived there that morning still clucking with their feathers on. This market is the very traditional old mexican style market that has been there forever. I make a quick stop at the bank and back to the apartment to fix breakfast.

In the after noon we do the rest of our shopping and arrive at the bottom of our block long pedestrian street with about 15 bags of groceries.  Half are in our rolling cart, so I head up the street with it only to get a strap caught in the wheels, a couple came and helped free it.  The senor stayed at the bottom of the street with the rest of the bags sitting on a bench waiting for me to return with the cart. That cart is a real “ATV” of a cart I pulled it up the stairs with out a struggle knowing it was too heavy for me to even lift.  Before I had it off loaded the bartender and a patron had grabbed the rest of the bags and hauled them up our 3 flights of stairs.  The Senor strolled in after them carrying 1 small bag.  Where else would you find so many helpful people.  Love Mexico! Signing off  KO

Author: zihuathyme

I'm a traveler, not as frequently as I would like , but I plan on doing more. After working full time at Mount Rainier National Park during the summer of 22 I have decided to retire completely and forever. Prior to that I was semi retired as a Wedding Officiant I officiated at about 20 weddings a season, and with my small delivery service I handled the distribution of a local high-quality Home and Garden magazine . Prior to my "semi retirement" I was in corrections and before that I owned and operated a bail bond agency. I now plan to travel to new places and exciting places, getting ready to do that as a solo as the Senior is no longer with me, his choice, and I am OK with that. For hobbies I'm a reader and love my kindle. And I enjoy writing. View all posts by zihuathyme