|Español: Clavadistas de La Quebrada in Acapulco, Guerrero, México. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
We also shopped some while we were in Acapulco. It is not one of the best places to buy Mexican crafts or silver. But they did have some interesting shops where you could buy souvenirs including the always "good to take home" T-shirts. What I most wanted, but never found; a good old Mexican Taco. I looked and looked and looked. I found the fast food Taco. Like Taco Tico. But I wanted an authentic taco. And I left Mexico without one.
Is there one memory I have that screams Acapulco you ask? No, I don't really think about the cliff divers that much. And as you can see, it was not the authentic Mexican cuisine. And we didn't buy one single thing, so it wasn't the great shopping and the great deals. Although I do always wish I had bought some of that awesome Mexican vanilla I always hear about. No, the memory that will always stick with me when I hear the word ACAPULCO is these guys!
They were everywhere. The Mexican Army. Carrying those scary looking guns. Not a sight you see patrolling the streets of the good old USA. Thank God! Especially at the airport. They walked around looking at all of us. I thought they were menacing. I was afraid to look at them. I was afraid they would stop in front of me. They made me feel like a criminal. I was very glad to finally get on that plane and head back home.