ZIHUATANEJO

The airplane dropped us right onto the tarmac in Zihuatanejo, which is Spanish for "uterus". It is said that this town is the uterus, or birth place, of the Mayan people. Thousands of years have passed since then and now Zihua is a fishing village with a booming tourism industry. The weather is in the 90's. The sky is blue. The ocean is warm and inviting. The coconuts are plenty.

We took a boat ride to Playa Las Gatas, a beach named after the Tiger Sharks that used to live in the lagoon here. There are 50 lb. pelicans with wing spans of up to six feet, who are constantly trolling the beaches for the fisherman's leftovers. Rowan saw one flying above and said, "Look Mom, it's a pterodactyl!"

Rosie has been doing a lot of eating, sweating and sleeping so far. She loves to eat fresh papaya, avocado, banana and young coconut meat. 

Rowan is in love with the beach. He spends hours everyday making sand angels, building moats, and running from the waves. This afternoon we leave this gorgeous place on a public bus, headed for Uruapan...