Saturday night in Chinatown. That sounded like a good idea; we haven’t had Chinese in a while. But by the time we got in the car and started driving we decided that Chinatown would be a hassle with the parking nonexistent on Saturday night so we went to Cambridge to a restaurant we’d been to once before and loved – Qingdao Garden. Continue reading “Qingdao Garden”
There’s nothing like a Mercado (market). It’s the heartbeat of a city. In Zihau the market takes up blocks. Inside the market, stall after stall, packed tight selling anything you can imagine, from flowers to kitchen utensils and everything in between. People shop and stop to eat at their favorite food stall. Everyone has their favorite vendors. Everything is fresh. There are no chickens in plastic styrofoam cartons. No shrink wrapped cheese. You can smell the tomatoes and squeeze the melons. Outside on the streets surrounding the Mercado there are more vendors selling everything from cheeses to chickens. Continue reading “Downtown Zihau”
Ixtapa/Zihautanejo share an airport. That’s where the similarity ends. Ixtapa is a resort designed by the Mexican government, think Cancun. Big hotels, manicured boulevards, strip malls, restaurants, secure condominiums. Zihautanejo or Zihau as it’s called by the locals is a town which grew from 8,000 to 80,000 when people came to work at the Ixtapa hotels and restaurants. It was just a sleepy fishing village and the fishermen still bring their catch in every day. It’s got personality and the most beautiful beach, Playa Ropa. Zihau is more our style and its where we spent the last few days of our vacation.
