Acapulco

February 5-12, 2005

Weather wise it’s such a lovely day
You just say the words, and we’ll beat the birds
Down to Acapulco bay
It’s perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say
Come fly with me, we’ll fly we’ll fly away

In November of 1988 we took what Schpoo and I considered the greatest vacation of our lives. In terms of great times, this particular trip has yet to be topped. We traveled with a group of about 20 people and we stayed in this tropical paradise called Acapulco for 12 days.

A typical Acapulco day started around 10am with some of the strongest coffee known to mankind. Some grease like bacon and eggs and potatoes were just the ticket for the slight hangover from the night before. By lunch time, you were playing volleyball in the pool. After that we'd float around the Continental Plaza pool on some rafts. The lazy river loop took about 1/2 hour until we got to the thatched hut bar in the pool. After a few "Coco Locos" whatever pain you were feeling was miles behind you. My crazy cousin would shout Acapulco USA 1988 at the top of his lungs and we'd all just laugh. At around 4:30 or 5 we all took siestas for about an hour or two. We'd then walk down to Disco Beach for "Crazy Hour". This was a notch above "Happy Hour" or Hora Feliz. This was Hora Loco and it wasn't just ONE hour, it was three hours of THREE for ONES that started the evening off right. Add some party music and we were ready to go. Dinner in ACA followed the tradition of the Spaniards or Brazilians. Nobody eats before 9 o'clock. After dinner it was off to the disco, usually the great "Le' Dome", not the biggest of flashiest of ACA's many discos, but certainly the most fun and most electric. It was not uncommon for all of us to be out partying with Canadians and Mexicans at the venerable night spot until 5 or 6 in the morning. Then it was the walk back to the Continental. Across the street was a small restaurant/bar. Some construction workers were eating breakfast. We'd order a Modelo Especial and toast the wonderful evening. Off to bed and start from the beginning of this paragraph.

Before that trip, Schpoo had suffered a trauma. The first woman he was ever truly infatuated with had unceremoniously dumped him. We all felt bad for him. He never is a guy who is depressed or anything, but it looked it was going to take a miracle for him to have a good time on his vacation. Acapulco was that miracle. We all fondly remember this wonderful Mexican city that was referred to in Frank Sinatra "Come Fly With Me" as Frank bragged that "you just say the words, and we'll beat those birds down to A-CA-PULCO bay"

Aside from a short day trip on a trip to Zihuatenejo in 1990, we hadn't seen this grand dame of Mexican resorts. When Fran and I planned a Mexican vacation for February, we had originally chose Huatulco. We wanted to use frequent flier miles for this trip, but sadly, American Airlines was not offering frequent flier seats on any flights to Huatulco. Francine's only proviso was that she wanted to go somewhere where she hasn't been before. I wanted something that I could book relatively easy. It was 17 years since I saw her last, but ACA seemed to fit the bill for both of us.

So it was a "no-brainer" at least for me! ACA here we come!