Aztecs, Bagpipes and a Burro?
I think I mentioned my family is in town and the folks have a cozy beachfront condo right downtown where all the action is. My Father loves nothing more than sitting out on his balconey with a good book--I think he's on book # 6--and watching the human circus below. He sees the touri taking off in the parachutes from shore, buddy walking out of "Burro's Bar" with a giant "Coco-loco" and a constant stream of vacationers in all manner of clothing or lack thereof. (It's especially advantageous for viewing cleavage, but I know he's too discreet for that. Heh.)
Living smack in the middle of the so called "Romantic Zone" has its perks and I heard about one of their latest adventures recently in which they gathered with some fellow friends and regular Vallarta goers at a hard-core drinkers' bar down by the wharf called "Cuates y Cuetes" to have a drink and watch a performance on the beach. Apparently the Spring Equinox brought out the Aztec dancers who proceeded to perform a series of dances honoring the Sun and its cycle and according to my Mom, they did everything short of sacraficing a virgin (a rare commodity in a beach resort!) Following the ancient ritual there was a serious change of tone and mood when a Canadian rock band took the "stage" complete with a guy on bagpipes, much to my Father's everlasting pleasure. It was reported that Dad was viewed by Mom positively peaking with delight, a Cuba Libre clutched in his fist and grin to beat all vacation grins; livin' the vida loca in spades. So, after swilling a few, they all decided to move on to the main drag and check out the action as they made their way home. Passing in front of the famous bar "Andale's" (which is ALWAYS packed) the old guy with the burro--a "fixture" out front-- attempted to get Mom up on his beast of burden but she managed to escape his clutches only to turn around a few seconds later to see her friend astride "Pancho"! Ole!! Apparently the old guy had just grabbed her by the waist and plopped her aboard. Well, Mom got next to the donkey and posed for that all important souvi photo which will remind them in the future of the great time they had. Viva Mexico!
Living smack in the middle of the so called "Romantic Zone" has its perks and I heard about one of their latest adventures recently in which they gathered with some fellow friends and regular Vallarta goers at a hard-core drinkers' bar down by the wharf called "Cuates y Cuetes" to have a drink and watch a performance on the beach. Apparently the Spring Equinox brought out the Aztec dancers who proceeded to perform a series of dances honoring the Sun and its cycle and according to my Mom, they did everything short of sacraficing a virgin (a rare commodity in a beach resort!) Following the ancient ritual there was a serious change of tone and mood when a Canadian rock band took the "stage" complete with a guy on bagpipes, much to my Father's everlasting pleasure. It was reported that Dad was viewed by Mom positively peaking with delight, a Cuba Libre clutched in his fist and grin to beat all vacation grins; livin' the vida loca in spades. So, after swilling a few, they all decided to move on to the main drag and check out the action as they made their way home. Passing in front of the famous bar "Andale's" (which is ALWAYS packed) the old guy with the burro--a "fixture" out front-- attempted to get Mom up on his beast of burden but she managed to escape his clutches only to turn around a few seconds later to see her friend astride "Pancho"! Ole!! Apparently the old guy had just grabbed her by the waist and plopped her aboard. Well, Mom got next to the donkey and posed for that all important souvi photo which will remind them in the future of the great time they had. Viva Mexico!
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