Once I moved to Los Angeles in 1973, Mexico seemed like a logical destination, its border only a 3 hours drive away; so I went the first time with Stuart, to Tijuana for the Sunday afternoon bullfights, just for the day.  In 1975 I spent the weekend in Ensenada with Bruce, in 1977 another weekend in Ensenada with Don, staying in a lovely resort, La Quinta, where the rooms were decorated with 1950s bamboo furniture.

In December 1977 I made the big trip, also with Don, for 2 weeks; we had prepared for months, studying Spanish at UCLA with Charles, we flew to Mexico City, then rented a car for a drive to Oaxaca.  We were mesmerized  by an incredible festival of traditional folk dances, Guelaguetza, that went on all afternoon on a round outdoor stage.  We had bought wide brimmed straw hats to protect us from the sun, but we had forgotten that our arms were also exposed below the short sleeves tee-shirt, particularly because we had them raised to take pictures; so we both got a nasty sunburn. 

Another drive took us to Cuernavaca, where the inevitable turista got the better of me, then on to Acapulco, where we relaxed in a lovely hotel by the beach; we also enjoyed driving down the coastal road like maniacs, as the Mexicans do.

    (more MEXICO, under BAJA-CABO)