Acapulco Stories

  Samantha screamed. I followed her gaze towards this entity the sea, so alien to me. Mighty waves rose sucked by the moon arching high into the sky racing to the shore. Crashing onto pale dry shells. the liquid beast then sucked back from the sand. Saline liquid rose ten feet into the air a huge rolling swell; stretched forth down the coast. Strong sunlight on mountains of green and blue waves, tipped with white foam, ro...

One Sunday afternoon Claire and Llago hit the road to Tlaquiltenango to visit Guillermo Manon and his family who lived close to nature in the woods. Their only source of water was a well. The children loved the spontaneous hammocks that Guillermo made them by tying two ropes between two trees then folding a blanket over them. Just before the turning to the village Claire said “look pointing to a road sign, “Acapulco 300 K...