acapulco, baby!!

I’m finally getting around to posting some of our photos from our Acapulco trip in January when we shot Lani and Dan’s wedding.  After the wedding, we headed over to the amazing Las Brisas resort up in the hills overlooking Acapulco Bay. When I booked our room many months back, it said that we’d have a private ”casita” with our own pool. But since it was so reasonable, I expected maybe just a little dunking pool.  I did not expect THIS!! Honestly, we’ve paid as much for a La Quinta on the highway as we did for this private bungalow…with a pool! It was unbelievable!! When we arrived, we were like two kids in a candy shop.  And I was in LOVE with the architecture of this joint. The resort had a very 1950′s Hollywood hills vibe to it and everything was pink and white, including the jeeps that the concierge drove. 

Are you kidding me? We were in heaven for those few days for sure!!

Cute jeep, right? That’s what I thought. Everyone rents these pink and white jeeps to drive through the city, so I thought it would be a great idea to rent one for the day to go check out the famous Acapulco cliff divers. Our first clue that maybe we should just stay put by the pool was when the concierge handed us the keys and said, “Oh, and if the police say that you have to go to the police station or pay them, you don’t have too.” ‘Oh, o.k. Thanks for that information. We’ll be on our way then.’ What?? 

Acapulco is a thriving city with crazy traffic, and you can imagine that we looked like idiots driving through a foreign city in a pink and white jeep, advertising that we’re staying at one of the nicest resorts in the city.  So, as we’re trying to make our way through these narrow, winding, neighborhood streets to the cliff divers,  we’re getting harassed the whole way by men claiming that they’re “tour guides” who could ride with us us to show us the way. No thanks! I was so stressed trying to drive through the chaos, that we just decided to head back to the hotel. On our way back, we’re sitting at a red light, and I notice a little boy whistling and holding up a bag. He set it down on the asphalt and when I looked down, I noticed that he was standing on shards of broken glass in a heartbreaking attempt at donations.  I was shocked and when I looked up, I thought I saw a green light and pressed the gas. I realized I had just run a red light, in Mexico. No bueno!! We immediately heard the police sirens so I pulled over. I was so shaken up that I was starting to cry, which I think helped our case, a little.  To make a long story a little shorter, we tried for a few minutes to communicate with the policia, and finally, after pretending that they didn’t accept pay-offs, gave me my license back in exchange for 500 pesos. We narrowly avoided a trip to the police station in Mexico, which is the one place you don’t want to end up as a tourist.  We headed straight back to the Las Brisas, and made a bee-line for the mini-bar. 

Here’s where I would nap after a long day of swimming and sunning….ridiculous!!

CJ snagged these cool night shots.

Silly self-portraits.