I love you!

I find it FINALLY – the beach! The hotels and restaurants that signify VEGGIE OIL USED!

AND I find a lovely small nearly deserted street that dead-ends right into the beach for me to park at. Right off the main strip with 24 hour restaurants and stores within a block! (i.e. bathrooms)

The streets are heavily patrolled with police, federales, and soldiers. Soldiers and federales often travel in two trucks together – I mean two trucks of federales together; and two other trucks of soldiers together – not 4 trucks together.

It is really a frightening site, men suspended like robotic things programmed to turn slowly as they peer intently from side to side, standing in the back of pick up trucks with only a small semi-circle of skin visible around their eyes indicating humanity.

They are all totally covered in uniforms, hats on their heads, masks on their faces, gloves on their hands, boots laced up to their kneecaps – and long, massive rifles or machine guns pointing out into the crowds as they survey … potential targets? Potential shoot-em-up opportunities?

 I drive down the main strip that is more crowded than a Times Square street at rush hour. Two trucks of federales pass me. One of the men shocks me, although I merely smile and flash the peace symbol, as he yells at me  “I love you” in a Spanish accent that lets me know his english is as limited as my Spanish.

I’m still pondering if he loves me because of the messages on my truck, or maybe because I’m a tourist from the u.s. who dares to set feet in Acapulco?

They turn and I continue forward to find my beach street parking.