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I arrived in Zihuatanejo/Ixtapa a little ahead of schedule. It’s a tiny little airport and customs was a breeze. I suspect the Mexican customs folks aren’t as concerned about what comes in as the U.S. folks will be on the other end. I was able to get a taxi and was on my way to our little bungalow in Playa la Ropa (translates to Beach of Clothes). The beach got its name from the time a Spanish galleon wrecked offshore which was full of silk clothing, which washed up on the beach.
When I arrived at the Casa Loma bungalow, I was quite surprised to see NO Rick, but I woke Jen from her siesta. Rick and Hugh had gone to the airport to pick me up and had obviously missed me! I was not expecting to see Hugh and Jen until the following day. Luckily, Rick had made it clear to them that they needed to leave us ALONE for the evening. The four of us went into the Mercado in Zihua and ended up at this funky little shop where they’d shopped previously. The proprietor sold mostly silver jewelry, but had blankets and decorative items as well. Jen wanted a couple more gifts and I ended up buying a beautiful malachite necklace. The proprietor gave us all beers to drink while we shopped. Nearly everything in Mexico is negotiable and he was great fun to bargain with. We wandered around the market for a little while and Hugh & Jen took us back to our little bungalow and headed back to Ixtapa to their fancy resort hotel. When they left, we talked for quite awhile and apparently the two of them were spending a lot more time with Rick than he had anticipated, much to his chagrin! They had purchased one of those all-inclusive vacation packages and were intent on including Rick and me as much as possible. This wasn’t the “package” I had planned for and Rick was in agreement. They were only around until Friday so we decided to make the best of it. It was so good to see Rick and I really didn’t care all that much that we spent some time with his friends. After a lovely “reunion,” we went down to the beach and had dinner at La Gaviota. The restaurant was nearly empty but we had a delightful meal. It was so pleasant sitting on the deck and listening to the surf come in. There’s something so peaceful about that sound. Rick had made us several drinks before we left for dinner and we had another margarita with dinner. After dinner we took a little walk on the beach before heading back to the bungalow. The end to my first day in Mexico!
If you are strong and push through the pain and the fear, you often find that happiness is waiting for you on the other side.