Proximo, Acapulco

I was on a bus all day, so no photos. Lucha Libre didn't work out either--the next fight isn't until tomorrow. So I'll try to inform/(entertain?) with some writing.

Andrew and I parted ways this morning. He's somewhere in between Mexico City and Oregon...or Claremont, Phoenix, or Houston, but definitely in the States by now. And I'm in beautiful Acapulco. I took a bus this morning and the five hours past with ease--it was refreshing to see green landscape after being surrounded by cement's gray for the past two weeks or so. I'm staying in a hostel at the moment. It's hostelly--small and stuffy, but it's clean, there's a bar with cheap beer ($1.30), free breakfast and the rooms with AC that make it much better at night. I have a backup for when I decide I need personal space. My dorm has four beds; one of them is occupied by a Swede my age here learning Spanish and looking for American girls. My newest best friend is across the street--a Starbucks that's open late with great AC and free fast wireless.

I wandered around a little this evening to get a sense of things. Took the bus into the zocalo--the main square--to get dinner. Acapulco definitely has character. It's buses are named and have great ones, like "Poison", "Caliente", and "Hollywood." They're even more exciting on the inside. Reggae-tone was blasting so loud in the bus I boarded, that I had difficulty communicating with the driver--I hope I paid enough. Though, to be fair, he turned down the music to answer his cell at one point. His seat looked more like a beach chair then a where a bus driver sits. The bus has eyes on the inside, a bikini bottom covering half of the rear view mirror and plenty of stuffed animals cluttering the rest of the windshield. I made it to the zocalo, though, and had some great tacos and horchata (much better than yours, Frary...sorry!).

The zocalo was a sight too. It's in the old part of town and away from much of the touristy stuff--I was fairly out of place. On one of its ends, a rap performance was starting up. On the other end, there was mass in session at a open-doored cathedral. I think the rapper had a better turn out. The beauty of the bay and sunset were in the background. I walked back to hostel after dinner. At an hour, it took twice as long as my hostel's receptionist had quoted. I got a sense of the lay of the land, ran across some cool beaches and great looking restaurants. That's all I have for now--hopefully more in a day or too (and maybe photos?).