When we arrived the second time in Acapulco in 1993, we were immediately inundated by people who doggedly followed us from the immigration area into the heart of the town one-half mile away. These independent business types would not accept a polite no from us to the crafts and tourist trinkets that they proffered. Finally, contrary to my Mennonite upbringing, and I suppose my personality, I yelled at this small brown man that I did not want his stuff nor did I seek his company. My wife was stunned by my outburst. Years later in Marrakesh, I found it necessary to do an encore.
9" x 13"