People and Sunset Acapulco - tbc
The water is warm, the sun is hot, the beach is soft and welcoming. People, mostly men but some womyn and children as well, trudge up and down in the intense sun, hawking their wares. Most are indigenous.
They are fully clothed, most of the time in long sleeves, long pants or skirts, and hats. Sometimes several layers of hats, if they're selling them. And the beach is not even flat where the tourists hang out, close to the water, so they are walking in soft, hot sand on a slope.
I am amazed at their tenacity and perseverance in the face of such hostility from the environment and most tourists.
I have an almost uncontrollable and totally unattainable desire to unburden everyone, buy everything and erect a huge palapa for everyone.
But I only buy a mango, peeled, dipped in chili and lime, and on a stick, from one womon, 15 pesos which is about $1.25.
Before I know it, it is 6:30 and the amazing sunset has begun. I know I've said this before, but maybe because the land mass here in Acapulco stretches around in mountainous a "C", and maybe because there is something so magical here (when you cut out the hotels, casinos, and tourists), the sunset fills me with delight and awe.
I sit on the beach scanning the horizon long after the brilliant reds and oranges end their playful jaunts across the skies, and the waxing moon hangs itself right over my head.
I walk along the warm, tumbling water as the semi-dark skies smile and softly float around me.