Wednesday, July 1, 1992

July 1992: Mexico Trip









Our trip to Mexico didn't start out too well.  We were flying out of Grand Rapids to Acapulco.    My  mom had a copy of my birth certificate, which the airline would not accept, so we had to reschedule our flight and my mom drove back to Muskegon to get my original birth certificate.    We had a hard time reaching Your Man Tours to let them know of the changes.  When we got to Mexico, our tour guide, Leo Hernandez, was at the airport to greet us.    We lucked out with him, as he was a great tour guide. Plus, his car was the only one that had air conditioning.    It was just us and him on the week tour which was so nice.   There were other people on the tour, but they were in other cars that didn't have air conditioning.   

We had a tour of Acapulco and stopped at Caleta Beach.    Then, we drove to Taxco, which was a smaller city, with many narrow streets.   We also went to Cuernavaca.

Went on some beautifully decorated boats called the floating gardens of Xochimilco.    

Leo took us around Mexico City. We saw the University of Mexico, Chapultepec Park, Metropolitan Cathedral, and Olympic Olympic Stadium in Mexico City.    We took a side trip to the Pyramids of Teotihuacan.   I walked up to the top of the Pyramid of the Sun. It started raining, so it was quite slippery walking up the pyramids. 

Experienced my first bull fight at the Plaza de Toros Monumental, which seated 64,000 people.  

One night, we went to find Elsa, who was an exchange student who stayed with my mom, grandparents, and aunt when they were in high school. My mom hadn't seen Elsa in years.   She owned a infant clothing store in Mexico City.  It was so nice to meet her and her grandson., Israel.    Her boutique was in the Camino Real Hotel. 

This was a trip that my mom had been wanting to take me on for years, as she had many fond memories of Mexico when she went to school in the summers at the University of Mexico.      She was a Spanish teacher for a few years before I was born.       She quit teaching after I was born, as she didn't like the profession.   She always had a heart, though, for the Spanish language and her times in Mexico.