Run Fox Run

As best said in the proverbial Jewish grandmother accent, the title states that we’ve been remiss in updating our familial Web 2.0 “status”.  No more! Clear out the backblog™ and move forward. Christmas/Hanukkah were spent bathed in warmth and sunshine on the western coast of Mexico. Zihuatanejo to be specific. Other than being the terminus of Andy and Red’s exodus from Shawshank, we knew precious little about the town and its possibilities. It’s most redeeming quality at the outset was that is had a direct flight from Denver (for my sister) and that it wasn’t the most popular destination in Mexico. 

Turns out Zihuatanejo is not too bad at all. 80+ degree weather in December and lots of sunshine did wonders for our tans. Hanging out with the grandparents and cousins during our stay made it all the more enjoyable. Typical day had us at the beach in the morning and swimming in the pool in the afternoon. Cocktails promptly at 5pm were followed by excellent Mexican cuisine prepared in a sweatbox kitchen by Papa. We visited a ton of local beaches and found that they all had warm sand, small waves, and an army of small restaurants that all shared the same menu (quesadillas and pescadillas abound, oh and guacamole by the gallon). Special trips to the locals’ beaches and the central mercado gave us an idea of how life works in town. 

What isn’t included in the above encapsulation is the time spent enjoying a family reunion and seeing the cousins get to color, romp, swim, pal around, and laugh with each other. No matter what the locale, that’s always the best part of the trip. We eagerly look forward to our next intersection with Grandma and Papa (March) and the Crawfords (June). 

Way too many pictures from this vacation can be found in the two Zihua albums [#1 and #2].