After a sweet layover in LA, I arrived in Manzanillo’s precious, colonial airport – and got to walk off into the warm day! There were only three planes on the tarmac! A long wait for immigrations and customs, so I got to chatting with the people in line. Lot’s of Canadians from BC and Ontario. I chatted up a couple from Portland on their first visit to Mexico traveling with their experienced friends. I launched into an anti-Trump reference during our conversation. They glanced at each other and he said “Well, some of us like Trump”. After I picked up my jaw, where I reflected that I don’t think I have spoken to anyone who admitted they “liked Trump” we exchanged a few short phrases. My last shot was “His policies are not fair” to which her reply was “Not every country is fair”. I was perplexed and would have loved to asked them more, with the aim to understand why “seemingly normal people” support Trump. After that exchange we respectfully accommodated each other.
I took a long taxi cab ride to my hotel, Luna del Mar, in Manzanillo. It was located on Playa Azul, where I have pleasant memories vacationing with my family as a kid. As you can see, I had a dramatic view from my hotel room. It also has a dramatic evening blue lighting!
The nights on the beach were the best! I have been struggling with being so lazy – it seems like all businesses are geared around me lounging, eating and drinking. I couldn’t get used to it.
An ice rink with a long line – 88 degrees! 
This guy joined me for a walk! 
A rare and welcoming coffee shop in Manzanillo
I managed to avoid any mishaps during my first six months, even though I traveled along many cobbled streets. So, on my first morning of exploration I tripped over a raised section of the sidewalk – not a cobble in sight! So, instead of walking and bussing, I took a cab into town. Despite it’s dramatic harbor, the town looked shabby and unloved. I did find a lovely cafe (last photo) that raised my spirits!
La Taza Negra – excellent coffee, and live music bring in the American & Canadians 
A rare moment of calm in this lovely coffee shop. For the first time, I can order drip coffee! 
Do you see the 12 flag in the trees!
This place is a retired Canadian mecca – they come back year after year! I am sitting at La Taza Negra with all of them chatting around me. They come in couples, groups and gaggles – my solitariness is an oddity. I have seldom found a way to break in. Maybe my Pete sticker is scaring people off.
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Lovely photos (as usual) Kathleen.
I don’t understand why anyone would support Trump either.
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Thanks for the support, Suzann!
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