Gerry's cell phone went off at exactly 12:01 AM on March 3rd. I had just drifted into heavy REM sleep. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my brain I was congratulating myself on getting the first decent nights rest ever before a trip. As the phone played through yet another round of perky ring tones I found myself stumbling across the pitch black bedroom seeking my electronic tormentor. I frantically pushed buttons and across the screen flashed Gerry's newly installed calendar, "VACATION STARTS NOW!". Thanks honey...I sure needed reminding.
We had decided to return, for a third consecutive visit, to Zihuatanejo, Mexico.This small Pacific coastal town is situated approximately 100 miles north of Acapulco in the state of Guerrero, Mexico. The three of us never repeat a trip but Zih is a saucy, sleepy eyed seductress who makes certain from the moment you arrive you are completely taken in.
Voluptuous hills flow down to caress the smooth, aqua skin of Zihuatanejo Bay. A heady, irresistible combination of color, scent and sound work by day to overcome any resistance while hot, steamy Zih nights weaken knees and ones resolve. All winter long Zih sends a persistant call Northward like a lover who won't take no for an answer.
And so, we were back.
