Zihuatanejo November 2001 |
Additional view points. | |
Looking out toward the town of Zihuatanejo. |
To our right was Casa Que Canta, "the house that sings." We noticed a lot of activity over there, and it wasn't singing. |
The surf looks lovely, as long as it isn't approaching at 32ft/sec. |
Hey, who let them in? |
Playa La Ropa. |
You gotta have one of these. |
Our place from the back, or is that the front? |
That little road in front of our door was all cobble stones. I tore my toe off running for a cab. It didn't help that Mike was telling the driver to vamos. |
Getting out of the sun light. |
Our last supper. The whine was flowing, believe me. |
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