Zihuatanejo-Ixtapa Message Board - Enchantment in the making

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Linda from Canada — Tue, 28 Feb 2012 14:58:13 +0000

I know exactly what you mean Jeff. We watched our grandson play all day on the beach with 2 Mexican kids. There were no barriers for them. It is a beautiful thing to see. We love these kinds of "soul moments" as I call them in my book.

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LadyM in Zihua — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 22:41:29 +0000

I am making dinner here tonight but I will try and run down about 6:00. OR stop by and yell up.

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dhunsber — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 21:56:17 +0000

Wonderful, Jeff!
Hope to meet you sometime in the next couple of weeks...

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JeffMN — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 21:11:47 +0000

We'll be looking for you tonight, Carol. Not sure when we'll make it down there or how long the littlest one will last, but we'd love for you to meet them.

One Man's Wonder

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LadyM in Zihua — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 20:16:34 +0000

Would have been at la Cancha but were enticed into going to the fair. The boys, Paul, Alan, Julian, and Emiliano all kept me hopping. We had a great time. We also attended two soccer matches yesterday. Both boys teams won their games and we got to see Julian kick a goal. Emiliano's was a little off but he was out there kicking.

Sorry I did not see your grands. Maybe tonight?

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JeffMN — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 20:02:12 +0000

One of the great joys of this week's visit by my grandchildren has been seeing many of the things we've come to love about this place through their eyes. People have not only been kind, helpful and patient with them, but have shown real affection, bending down to pinch their cheeks, picking them up, talking to them.

Last night we're down at la cancha with a smattering of other families, just hangin' out. My son-in-law's carrying my not-quite two-year-old grandson past a row of uncharacteristically grim-faced locals. Dad asks the baby softly, "Can you say adios?" Without the slightest hesitation, the little boy smiles, turns to the crowd and blurts out in his strong baby voice "Adios!" All those faces cracked into the broadest smiles.

Then I look up and see my five-yr.-old granddaughter playing with a couple of Zihuatanejense girls about her age, joyously running up the tiered seats and sliding down the broad painted-concrete balustrade. Play, it seems, was their common language.

These are the kind of experiences you can't make happen for kids. But bring them to Zihuatanejo (not a simple task when one of them has jumped the gun on his terrible twos) and if you're open to those experiences, they just seem to happen all by themselves.

One Man's Wonder