
Oscar2
Mar 22, 2007, 12:59 AM
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Re: [jennifer rose] Mexico in the Days of Yore
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There are so many adventures one can reflect from but there is always a few whose candle will burn brighter, longer and sometimes forever. In 1970 Ixtapa was but a couple of palapas and down the road apiece, Zehuatanejo was a very quaint, sparsely populated, tourist-fishing village with an even more gorgeous isolated strand of beach across its bay called La Roppa. Having rented a house in Zejua back then, the young lady I was with at that time had reason to visit a young girl friend of hers from New York. She had lived almost a year by herself in a makeshift palapa behind this primitive, sandy, sun and wind soaked paradise, strewn with tropical coconut trees waving its frowns in the wind as if inviting you to relax in its shade in a land christened La Roppa. What you would have called a road back then too La Roppa was a rut embedded scratch fit more for beast and foot. As I do now, I did back then and spoke to locals who did sign post sorta word of mouth advertising. Enquires brought to my door the local taxi fit for it’s time and place. One axiom true of Mexico and like most places on this globe, where there’s will, there is a way. And back then luxury land travel too La Roppa brought a serape wrapped viejito with dos burros. Serapes’ for saddles and 2 gourds straddled across each borros neck, filled with water for treks to a beautiful, pristine solitary stretch of beach. Its solitude at times made one feel like it was yours and yours alone except for the occasional visit of the cool breezes reminding you of its gifts. Ahh, hindsight carries with it such charm and the quaintness of dreams. Today La Roppa is gashed with condos and the like, paved roads and the crush. For me, today this is a place only in memory, felt in a land where believe it or not, solitude and beauty still exists when you scratch the surface of this land. But now my old bones only venture out with visions and dreams of yore, when the heat of the sun once warmed the sand between my toes and the breath that filled my lungs carried with it a spirit and longing for more.
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