Sunday fiestas here in Zihuatanejo are pure celebration. Music, dancing, food stalls, balloon sellers, they all mingle on the central plaza facing the beach. Last Sunday a stage was set up on the basketball court, and 30 or so dancers in elaborate costumes swirled and strutted through some fancy footwork, based on traditional regional dances.
Meanwhile, vendors sold corn on and off the cob, tamales, popcorn, ice cream, enchiladas–the air was redolent with great smells. A clown ambled through with balloons. Off to one side, children bounced on a fenced trampoline. The plaza was packed with tourists and local families, out to enjoy the free open-air performances. And it happens almost every Sunday. We wandered happily among them, reveling in a kaleidoscope of sound and color.
John Parkhurst
Marilyn McFarlane
susan troccolo
You need a way to transmit those smells via your blog. Could be the next big thing.
Great idea, Evan. Being choosy about the smells, of course. Wasn’t there something called Smell-a-Vision?
OOOOhhhh I can see, smell and feel it now! The people, the colors, the food, the laughter and music and …. dare I say it…. the SUN! Enjoy your time my friends, you so deserve it!