PLAYA LAS GATAS

 

Playa Las Gattas
Playa Las Gattas

Playa Las Gatas is the favorite beach for the Senor and I. It’s a short walk to the pier, 2 40 peso tickets and we are on the water taxi and on our way. We did find our favorite waiter Jose at Gloria Del Mar, at least I think that’s the correct name of the restaurant. As they are side by side all along the beach it can be hard to distinguish one from another at first glance. This day we got the right one we were looking for. Will and Sylvia accompanied us and we staked out our lounge chairs and table. I seem to be the only swimmer in the group, everyone else comes to eat, drink and enjoy the ambiance of the beach, shop and people watch.

Beautiful margaritas
Beautiful margaritas

Juanita, my favorite beach vendor always has beautiful and interesting bead and shell necklaces, bracelets. I always find something I like and this day was no different. I would love to shop the silver vendor, but silver

Juanita changing the length on my necklace while Sylvia looks on
Juanita changing the length on my necklace while Sylvia looks on

makes me itch. The candy lady comes by, as does the lady who hauls a huge load of beach wear around, it must weigh 50 lbs. I am always impressed with how hard these people work, long hours, physically demanding work and then hear they earn very little. I love lying on a beach lounge soaking up vitamin D and having the stores come to you. I know some folks find all the vendors annoying, but I enjoy them. The Silver salesman even carries a visa swipe machine with him.

I choose to swim out to the point of Owen Lee’s beach property. Swimming against incoming swells at times, I

Point I'm swimming to
Point I’m swimming to

 

could feel the rise and fall of the swells, kind of fun. It was a much easier swim on the return as the waves

give you a push. I’m so directionally challenged when I swim that I had to walk back past a dozen or so restaurants to get to our location

The senor, Kathleen, Will Sylvia
The senor, Kathleen, Will Sylvia

Our fish was cooked to perfection, our drinks were perfect (not the killer kind) it was anther great Zihuatanejo day, with enough of a breeze to keep one cooled off. Signing off KO

With Sailfest starting up this week Monday was the only day available for going to the beach.  We don’t want to over do so we must pace ourselves.  Monday in it’s self is already busy with the loading of the laundry into a suitcase and wheeling it up to the laundaria and then picking it up again after 5.  Then of course there is the tidying up of our apartment  as the cleaning lady comes on Monday.  So to make things easy on ourselves we went out to breakfast first.  Then we had to stop by the Sailfest booth so I could purchase my sail parade ticket. The Senor opted not to go, he says after 22 yrs in the Navy he’s already spent  plenty of time on the ocean.  Funny how he looks at it differently if the boat is going fishing!  By this time it’s almost noon and we grab our  beach stuff and headed out to Playas Las Gatas

View of Zihuatanejo from the water taxi
View of Zihuatanejo from the water taxi

On the water taxi we met a fellow Northwestener who joined us at Gloria del Mar and was soon joined by his spouse and friends.  So a nice afrtenoon of swimming, snorkeling, conversation, food and drinks was had.

Beautiful bracelets
Beautiful bracelets

As always Juanita, my jeweler, came by.  This year I’m just buying bracelets, but it is so hard to choose as there are so many pretty ones. The peanut man came by, I’ve finally learned to say peanut in Spanish

Cacahuate Man
Cacahuate Man

(cacahuate).  I only wanted one bag, but he kept handing me a second empty plastic sack.  then I figured it out the second sack was for the shells to keep the beach clean. I really do try to learn a few new words every day even though the Senor thinks folks can understand my English better than my Spanish. A young boy came by with a sack full of shells he had been diving for so I bought one for my granddaughter Morgan who plans to decorate her new apartment’s living room, nautical.

Young boy selling the shells he had been diving for

The Senor and Jose our waiter at Gloria Del Mar, Playa Las Gattas
The Senor and Jose our waiter at Gloria Del Mar, Playa Las Gattas

We catch the water taxi back to the pier and decide it’s definitely siesta time before we reheat the chicken in a pot that was last nights dinner.  Dinner on the balcony, the Senor watches a little TV, computer time for me and my latest kindle book while I listen to the pleasant music coming from the Baracruda Bar.  A most pleasant day. Signing off KO

Las Gatas beach and opening day of Sailfest and a waiter from Hell

2 2 11 I had planned to go to Las Gatas beach with our neighbors & friends today but when the Senor woke up he said he was feeling better and could also go. So we set off for the water taxi to take us across the bay to our favorite beach where we settled in on the  beach lounge and ordered drinks, and lunch later.  The snorkeling was great, more fish today than I have ever seen at this spot.  So I tucked some tortilla chips into my swim suit and when I got out to the reef area I tore them into tiny pieces and began to feel  pied piper of the sea.  Suddenly there were 30-40 beautifully colored fish all swimming under me eating the bits of tortillas.  They followed me around as I swam, there were stripped ones solid one tiny neon blue ones, and a pair of rather plump black fish, (about eating size) with white polka dots all over.  It was the first time I ever saw any like that.  Fantastic experience!  Back at the beach our friends had ordered nachos, absolutely the worst nachos I have ever seen in Mexico, a few chips on a plate with “cheeze wiz” spread across them.  They sent them back, they were ugly!  But our meals were good.  I had avocado stuffed with shrimp and octopus. I had to pick out the octopus as it is far to dense and rubbery for me to eat, but that was ok as there was plenty of shrimp. We swam some more and then back to the water taxi for the return trip.  Thank god for strong young men as the tide was such that the water taxi didn’t match up with the stone steps and we all needed  help hoisting our old creaking bones from the boat to the pier.  A few pesos for a tip keeps us all safe and smiling. 

Back at our apartment we have just enough time to shower and head out to Rafa’s Bar, just a 1/2 block away for the Sailfest opening auction. It’s very crowded and noisy, you can’t hear the musican for the talking and our young waiter doesn’t seem to know any english and can’t seem to understand our spanish.  The Senor ordered a Pacifico and I tried to get a Kailua and milk, he returned with the Pacifico but no on my drink, so I ordered a mojito and he returned with a Pacifico for me , I said no and he returned with another waiter who spoke some english saying no mojito’s (appears there is a lack of mint in Zihu and/or it takes to long to make them when they are busy) so I order Kahlua on ice it comes in a glass with 2 huge chunks of ice on top of the Kahula, strange, but I drank it and next round I ordered white wine, he brought me a bottle of water, sent it back and he finally brought me the wine the next round I ordered white wine again and yes I do know how to do it in Spanish, he brings me the check. We had to call over another waiter to convince them we weren’t ready to leave.  I think it was wishful thinking on his part as I’m sure he thought we were the customers from hell, but our reality was he was the waiter from hell.

The auction was great, all proceeds from this week-long event go to supporting schools for the poorest children in Zihuatanejo.  It is strictly a volunteer organization that provides materials, so parents of these children can build the school themselves.  Rotary International then donates the tables chairs and such. The basic school will usually be a wash-house and one room that looks more like a rustic out-door shelter than what we think of as a school.  This money is also used to pay the wages of a teacher.  Many children in Mexico never have a chance at any education, many are working full-time by the time they are 12 or 14.  Anyway back to the auction, the Senor does love an auction, he bid on many items, but we picked up a couple of dinners out, I bid on a painting I really wanted until it got more than I could pay, but I did win out on a scuba diving trip for 2. I’m really excited about that, the Senor isn’t and I doubt that he will dive, but I will.  And so ends another busy day of leisure here in sunny Zihuatanejo.  Signing off  KO