Acapulco sounds like "Love Boat", teaches stiff smile of the waiters and the hotels smell of salt and old. The city has lost every battle against impossible beaches of Cancun, their radioactive blue and girls dancing in the streets, at daybreak. Here there, Acapulco everything slows down as if you were to guess the inevitable fate in one day, finally, stop.
The Hollywood stars have been in black and white and only the pelicans summer in Coyuca bar with palms. But I was touched by me Acapulco dignity of old trying to stand. You must open wide the doors of the room to feel the sea is the same, that the summer is coming every day by the window.
Cruise ships entering the port by the name of the city which by its splendor. Ships dock and drunk tourists at night before going road, it does not seem a place to end trip, there are no rolls or surprises. Acapulco is much less a colophon.
Acapulco returns to Acapulco: the glamor surrounding the event, the magic of the circus, the water crashing on the rocks down there…
Yet, here are still flying as divers spectra. The show takes place several times a day at La Quebrada, a cliff of 45 meters above sea bravo. There, those skinny guys, with a thong that accentuates its image of helplessness, scale bare rock, unleash the wonder of visitors and govern the cornices.
Then, then, Acapulco returns to Acapulco: the glamor surrounding the event, the magic of the circus, the water crashing on the rocks down there and tourists with open mouth. And you delight in the acrobatics because you can not remain silent before the value of these types giblets, Types giblets! They jump from one on one, two at, at different heights and always find the strip of water that saves lives, again and again. For many times they fall, jump again, avoiding impacts, as this city falls sharply, que sobrevive al paso del tiempo con la gallardía de un clavadista burlando a la muerte.
