Zihuatanejo

We took a bone-shaker bus to Zihuatanejo today where, among other things, I resumed my quest for portable bean shade, if you get my drift. My weather app read, "89 degrees F, feels like 94." Personally, I find such reporting a tad cheeky. I may need to be told many things for my benefit but I most certainly never need to be told how I feel - and I felt markedly hotter than 94. So we stopped at a sheltered, beach-side restaurant for lemonades. To think I was scraping rock-hard ice off my windshield about 10 days ago ...

Diving pelicans provided entertainment as shown in the following video. Note in particular the highest bird. I slowed the video at the moment of the plunge so his feat can be better appreciated. How these birds do this into three feet of water without knocking themselves senseless is a mystery to me. On the other hand, if they do knock themselves senseless, how could I tell?

Resuming the trail along the beach we met two sisters doing cart witnessing. We are in a different country where people speak a different language and the two women were total strangers to us. But once they learned we too were JWs there were happy smiles, and welcoming hugs - instant family. They agreed to a photo. The sister on the left spoke a little English so were able to converse.

That cart stocked with books is likely the only thing in a large radius offering something for free. Wandering vendors are common here as are players of musical instruments. We even passed sand sculptors employing their talents for tips ...

At the far end of the beach is a store I remembered where they stock hats in huge supply. When I arrived and began browsing the woman immediately told me, "Oh, you need extra large. They're over here." No measurement needed. I'm glad I have to buy a hat here only once. More than that I'd soon have a complex. But here I am in downtown Zihuatanejo, mission accomplished.

What do you think of the fit?