I had envisioned that I would post twice weekly on my progress as a student.  Well because I am a student I have no time left to post.  I don’t know how these kids do 2 and 3 classes with all the homework.

Plus the fact that our rental house has imploded on us hasn’t helped the situation. I have successfully ( with the help of the courts and the Sheriff) successfully evicted a half-dozen squatters from the house and I am now am in the process of getting it cleaned up and rent able. Since it is located directly across from the college I attempted  to post a listing for it at the school, but the person I asked where to go to do that was house hunting so she and her roommate have rented it and are helping with the cleaning and painting.   They are two cute young gals attending Olympic College and are so excited about having a house with space.  I think this will work well for all of us.

I have  come to the conclusion that I will probably take this same class again next quarter rather than moving on to Spanish 102.  I can do the written work, I can pass the tests, but it’s the oral part that I’m still weak in. My goal has never been to become a translator or even be truly “proficient” in Spanish, I just need to improve my vocabulary and my ability to “hear” rapidly spoken Spanish.  Also to be able formulate basic sentences.  I’m in no hurry, I won’t move on until I feel I have mastered  the material. This is the luxury of taking a class for personal enrichment rather than credit.

What amuses me is that my costs for going to school on a $5 senior waiver ended up costing $47. On top  of the $5 fee they had a security fee a student fee and a something else fee. But it’s cheap at twice the price so I’m sure not complaining. Signing off KO

WRIST-BAND PEOPLE FOR 1 DAY

We have become wrist band people, well at least for 24 hours.  At the sail –fest auction the Senor successfully bid on an all inclusive overnight stay at the Pacifica in Ixtapa.  So this morning we became the wrist band people. The people we so often we so often make fun of.

The Senor and me on the terrace of our room at Pacifica
The Senor and me on the terrace of our room at Pacifica

 

The all inclusive places have guards at the entrance and you can’t enter without a wrist band or special permission. We joke that they won’t let them leave either until their time is up Or they get a short furlough. Many people never leave the resort and subsequently never experience the real Mexico. But for 24 hours we are living the life of luxury.

We arrived at 0930 hungry, ready for breakfast.  Our room is exceptionally nice with a small kitchen plus eating area, large room opening up with a full wall of sliding glass to a very large and totally private terrace with a hot tub, hammock, 2 lounge chairs and umbrella table.  Views to die for with surprisingly easy access to the pool and beach area considering this place it tacked onto the side of a hill with tons of stairs and vans to drive you from one point to another as the roads are too steep for comfortable walking.

First order of business was the breakfast buffet.  Buffets are not normally my favorite as the food is usually quite ordinary, but the selection they had there was quite interesting.  The Senor had pancakes, but I had peppers in cream sauce, sautéed mushrooms, fresh fruit, yogurt and granola.

Reading in my terrace hammock
Reading in my terrace hammock

After lounging around in our room, reading in my hammock we were off to the pool. We swam, ordered screw drivers and mango daiquiris. We swam, well I swam, the Senor and everyone else just sits in the pool and drinks; we visited with new friends and generally enjoyed the afternoon.  We did the lunch buffet as it was seafood buffet today.  This gave me the opportunity to taste many different items that I’ve never knew enough about to order off the menu. The items were all labeled or otherwise I wouldn’t have known what I was getting.  Then back to the room for a siesta, reading and TV watching.

The Senor entertaining some of the ladies in the pool
The Senor entertaining some of the ladies in the pool

 

For dinner we opted to go to the Moon Bar, a small cozy patio area on the beach, with a nice view of the new moon thru the palm trees.  Since we are all inclusive I ordered an appetizer, soup and main course. I never order that much food as I have a small appetite. But with all inclusive I could sample items I never heard of before and not worry if I liked them or not.  I just wanted to try them.  The soup was oyster cream, excellent, but didn’t find any oysters, the appetizer I think was called “sashimi” raw fish in citrus dressing and it was good. Main course was fish for me and chop suey for the Senor.  And because I was only able to eat a little of each they thought I didn’t like the food.  I did take the Oyster Cream back to the room for a late night snack. After dinner, our friends Jo and Des who stay here at the Pacifica invited us up to their place where we had a nice visit before calling it a night.

Pacifica is a beautiful place, its fun to order your meals and drinks without regard to price. They do make you so comfortable that you have no desire or need to leave the property and that’s where I have the problem.  You don’t experience the real Mexico; you could be located on any warm weather beach.  Some of the people we visit with said they go into Ixtapa and eat in one of the restaurants

Our terrace
Our terrace

occasionally and do experience the real Mexico. But Ixtapa isn’t a real town, it just a series of resorts and businesses to serve the people who visit the resorts and now with so many of the all inclusive resorts, the business that were once thriving are disappearing.  It was great fun for a day, but it’s not our style. Besides the check out time is 10:00 am which is way too early in the morning.

It isn't GSA!   It isn't Las Vegas, but it is pure luxury
It isn’t GSA! It isn’t Las Vegas, but it is pure luxury

Our 24 hours of luxury is over, we got our gate pass, our permission to leave, walked out the gate and didn’t even wait for a taxi caught the first bus back to Zihuatanejo.  Signing off KO

JUST AN EVERY DAY DAY IN ZIHUATANEJO

Monday is always the day our wonderful cleaning lady, Letty, comes to take care of our apartment.  As she arrives fairly early we go out for breakfast and let her do her magic.  Tres Amigos is close by where we have a great breakfast and head out to do some shopping for the Senor.  He wanted to pick up a couple of more “Mexico” shirts and replace a pair of shoes that fell apart last week. Found shirts easy enough, but no luck with the shoes even though there is quite a selection at the Mercado.

My fabric being measured and cut
My fabric being measured and cut

Across the street from the mercado is what I call ” The JO-Ann Fabrics of Mexico”  but it is much bigger than any fabric store in my area with a huge selection of all types of fabrics, curtain and drapery fabric, dish towel fabric, cottons for every day wear lace and satin for bridal or party wear. Racks of ribbons and trims and other decorations.  It’s just a great store. The Senor asked what I was looking for and I told him I don’t know but I will know it when I see it.  And sure enough there it was a beautiful crepe in blue with pink swirls, looks like a water color. But it is a process to purchase the fabric.  You don’t pick up the bolt and take it to the cutting counter. You show the staff person what you want, they bring it to the cutting counter and ask how much you want.  I requested 6 meters, she then measured and cut it wrote on a piece of paper what the price was, $239.90 ($18.81US) and I get the piece of paper, not the fabric.  I then take my piece of paper to the cashier where she takes my money and gives me another piece of paper which I take to another place and exchange that piece of paper for my fabric.  Ya got to love Mexico!On our way back just up the street from the Pancake house I got quite a start.  Slithering out from some potted plants was a large snake. There was lots of folks around and someone called out it just his pet, but it brought momentary flashbacks of when my daughter and I were held hostage on a trail on Cumberland Island by a cottonmouth snake until the ranger rescued us.  Pet or no I still gave him wide berth just as a young man stepped inches from the snake’s head, barefooted. He had a grin on his face, and I had to holler ‘Show off”

Snake near Elviro's
Snake near Elviro’s

An afternoon of reading at the beach, dinner on the balcony, Scottie’s blues at the Flophouse Bar with neighbors Will and Sylvia, brought another day in Paradise to an end.

Little boy trying to sell his wares to Sylvia
Little boy trying to sell his wares to Sylvia

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

 

Pool at Los Flamingos where "Tarzan swam
Pool at Los Flamingos where “Tarzan swam

Our last day in Acapulco at Los Flamingos I started the day with a few laps in the pool and a breakfast of fruit and yogurt, gosh I almost feel like a heath nut. I can’t say enough about this hotel, with its interesting Hollywood past, hammocks on every terrace,

the beautiful grounds, good terrace restaurant right on the cliff, sunsets to die for, rooms with a terrace and a hammock and are naturally air-conditioned by the ocean breeze. So we packed,

Beautiful grounds
Beautiful grounds

watched the news, read lazed in the hammock, ate a lite lunch, but mostly interested in getting home to Zuatanejo.

KO in hammock on terrace
KO in hammock on terrace

We wished we had scheduled an earlier than 3 o’clock bus ride. We left the hotel at 1:30, caught a cab and didn’t arrive at the station until 2:40.  This should have been a 20 min trip at best, but…… Traffic during the day is horrendous, half the streets are torn up, but Acapulco drivers are the rudest, most aggressive, inconsiderate drivers I have ever seen.

Beautiful sunset fromnour room terrace
Beautiful sunset from our room terrace

absolutely no rules of the road.  I’ve been in heavy traffic in Rome and Naples, this was far worst. And to make matters worst there are 2 bus stations in Acapulco, Ejidio & Central.  We of course had no idea which we arrived in and our ticket s said Centro, but when we got to Centro we were told take a taxi to other station.  The trip home was uneventful, but long.  Even though it was a first class bus that didn’t mean non stop. More and better research next trip. The only reason I would return to Acapulco would be to stay at the hotel, it is a little slice of paradise on the highest cliff in Acapulco and possible to go to a bull-fight.  I know the current trend is that they are barbaric, but I have been to bull fights in Spain, and that bull is as mean as a junk yard dog, and the “torerros ” are as graceful as ballerinas,  and the pageantry is beautiful.  Enough said!

We were welcomed home by a trail of ants from the balcony along one wall to the front door.  Not welcome visitors, fortunately we had bug spray and solved the problem quickly.  So glad to be back in our little home away from home.  Signing off KO