island outpost.
Acalpuco, Mexico
6/3/08
The flight was not bad considering Magnus and i shared three seats and slept most of the time. the layover in Mexico City was a bit more awkward - that is a really confusing, and long airport. We had horrible egg breakfasts and waited for the next plane. As soon as we got our luggage and attempted to leave the airport a little man named Eli accosted us and semi-swindled us into paying him $40 dollars to do all of the "mexican" life things - you know children running, chickens and pigs roaming free - the sun was so fierce there. we finally arrived at the hotel, and it was lavishly pink and the service was impeccable a driver in an oversized golf cart took us up to our room which had it's own personal pool. I sunbathed poolside and considered taking a nap.
6/6/08
After the nap we went to a really nice seafood italian place - I had eggflower stuffed with goat cheese and duck bolognese - it was great and had fantastic wine. We spent the rest of the evening restaurant hopping and club hopping, the city was quite deserted for it is off season now - but when we got back to the room we were just twisted enough to go for a skinny dip and we rolled dripping wet into our beds. the next day we slept at the beach club and had a repeat session of the night before - except this time we paid a guy named octavio to take us around, we saw these cliff divers and tarzan's house - super touristy and we finished with a lovely dinner overlooking the bay and a pink & white jeep ride up to our room. We had an hour of sleep before we had to head to our plane.
that's me outside of baby o's, one of Acapulco's most famous clubs. it was bedrock/jungle themed and pretty much empty. it also smelled of sour, wet socked feet in one section. and Magnus asked the waiter why it smelled like that, the waiter stomped his feet and mumbled something we couldn't hear over the J.Lo track that was playing, and he moved us. there was this super drunk guy, getting his groove on at the club wearing a white open shirt and rockin' republic jeans who we saw on our same flight at 6:30 to Mexico City. He had a new accessory, a woman with a horrible pink pedicure and baby blue sandal heels, black biker shorts complete with panty lines and black tank top. hair clamped in that early 90s style and a kiss and a murmur at every step.
6/3/08
The flight was not bad considering Magnus and i shared three seats and slept most of the time. the layover in Mexico City was a bit more awkward - that is a really confusing, and long airport. We had horrible egg breakfasts and waited for the next plane. As soon as we got our luggage and attempted to leave the airport a little man named Eli accosted us and semi-swindled us into paying him $40 dollars to do all of the "mexican" life things - you know children running, chickens and pigs roaming free - the sun was so fierce there. we finally arrived at the hotel, and it was lavishly pink and the service was impeccable a driver in an oversized golf cart took us up to our room which had it's own personal pool. I sunbathed poolside and considered taking a nap.
6/6/08
After the nap we went to a really nice seafood italian place - I had eggflower stuffed with goat cheese and duck bolognese - it was great and had fantastic wine. We spent the rest of the evening restaurant hopping and club hopping, the city was quite deserted for it is off season now - but when we got back to the room we were just twisted enough to go for a skinny dip and we rolled dripping wet into our beds. the next day we slept at the beach club and had a repeat session of the night before - except this time we paid a guy named octavio to take us around, we saw these cliff divers and tarzan's house - super touristy and we finished with a lovely dinner overlooking the bay and a pink & white jeep ride up to our room. We had an hour of sleep before we had to head to our plane.
that's me outside of baby o's, one of Acapulco's most famous clubs. it was bedrock/jungle themed and pretty much empty. it also smelled of sour, wet socked feet in one section. and Magnus asked the waiter why it smelled like that, the waiter stomped his feet and mumbled something we couldn't hear over the J.Lo track that was playing, and he moved us. there was this super drunk guy, getting his groove on at the club wearing a white open shirt and rockin' republic jeans who we saw on our same flight at 6:30 to Mexico City. He had a new accessory, a woman with a horrible pink pedicure and baby blue sandal heels, black biker shorts complete with panty lines and black tank top. hair clamped in that early 90s style and a kiss and a murmur at every step.