Listen to your Mother!
About this time the piano player started an energetic rendition of "New York, New York" and Enrique asked me to dance. There is something that comes over me when this guy starts dancing with me.. we swooped and twirled and did our best impression of "Dancing with the Stars". My yoga practice came into play as he flipped me backwards time and time again. We finished the song with a triumphant finale - Enrique tossed me into a backbend over his shoulder and ala "ice dancing pairs" hoisted me into the air and off the dance floor... I was sure that Cirque de Soleil would be calling any minute.
We happily paid our bill and headed out into the night air. As we looked down the street to hail a cab Gerry excitedly pointed out two Vaccaros on horseback. In full cowboy regalia they made their way down Calle Cindo de Mayo. My camera stubbornly refused to exit my purse...THIS WAS A GREAT PHOTO OP!! I had to get this picture. They rode down and around the corner. I took off running and "boys", Gerry and Daniel, followed in hot pursuit. So here I was running.. in the dark,..two men frantically trying to keep up with me ..through the streets of Zihuatanejo just to get a photo of a couple of drunk cowboys. I believe at this point I had now violated about 10 of my mom's rules to live by. I brushed by the crowds of late night locals and saw the horses approaching. I picked up speed as I came to the end of my quest when suddenly I was face down on the pavement.. camera skittering across the cement.. bouncers from a nearby nightclub helping me to my feet.. shocked looks on everyone's faces. I watched the horses make their way down the street and around the corner. As for myself.. I and what was left of my composure dove into the nearest taxi.