La Quinta Troppo
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... drugs. I said no, and he told his colleague to...get lost (my California level of Spanish understood what he really told him).
Zihuatanejo is a lovely looking beach town; the inconspicuous version of it's twin on the other side of the bay - Ixtapa. I came in without any hostel reservations, so was prepared to sleep in el Burro for the night. But, just for giggles, I had a recommended hostel to check out. ...
... heat was getting to me, or too much sun. As the days all too briefly came to an end and my return to Stockholm came closer, I started getting more confused than ever, getting words muddled up and randomly mixing in Swedish with my English and Spanish.
Most of my last couple of months in Zihuatanejo I spent painting and preparing for an art exhibition at LOOT, an awesome "life-style shop" that not only sells cool surf-stuff, but also has ...
... and other nasty processing chemicals to produce quick silver and finally silver and jewellery.
The well for the water to process the ore here was 1400 feet deep and the mine was 1600 feet deep. Before elevators and drills the mines were dug with hammers and chisels and the ore was brought to the surface in 250-350 pound baskets that were walked up stairs from the working to the
surface. Workers often fell to ...
... of control. The vertigo was so strong I nearly panicked. It was like being stuck on a carousel gone haywire, causing nausea. With blurred vision and flickering images, I caught a glimpse of my pale face in the mirror, almost expecting my hair to stand out to one side, caused by the experienced centrifugal force that really didn't exist. It was awful.
Several days later and I'm still on that damn carousel, it has slowed down, but I really ...
... filling the night I knew for sure that this is a place where I belong.
I thought of my closest friends back home in Sweden who would have laughed if they saw me here, in a whole crowd that was singing Llorona, in a warm balmy tropical night, surrounded by happy, creative, and truly wonderful people.
This is a song that normally “happens” when I’ve happened to have a tequila or two too many. Somewhere before belting out Paloma ...