I finally get to mention the wonderful trip I took with my dad to Mazatlan Mexico. I had just finished 8 years, or more specifically, 7 years and 8 months of active duty and had returned to the states from Germany. We went in the Spring when temperatures in Washington were still chilly and flew down. Flying South, but landing on the Northbound runway was a new experience for me, as the plane made an arcing 180 degree turn a mile or so past the airport. We then took a cab to Olas Altas, Mazatlan. Our hotel was literally across the street from the ocean. First thing we noticed, was breakfast the following morning. A huge glass of orange juice with breakfast, fresh squeezed and adding maybe 13 cents to the bill. The breakfasts were awesome and inexpensive. We found a cantina down on the first floor of our hotel. They sold bottled beer for around 65 cents and had a jukebox. I think, since I didn't speak much of the language, I stuck with what I knew....and played Lou Bega's "Mambo #5".....more than a couple times. The first couple nights we would order a beer, walk across the street and sit on the wave wall, watching the sunset, the ocean and talking...about anything and everything. I don't remember specifically what we talked about, but those moments...just chilling with my dad..I will never forget. A day or two before we flew home, we visited the Mercado...I'm not sure I can find the words to describe it. OK, here goes....Huge, covered with tin for overhead protection from rain, dozens, if not hundreds of shops with many selling the same things and vendors literally pulling you into their shops. I think I made it out after buying a t-shirt, and was later pestered so much near the beach that I bought a kite. I understand they have families to feed, but to this day, I have never flown the kite. I had a great time with my dad and very happy to have those memories to share!!
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