Its a tough life when the six monthly meeting of the scientific organisation that is most relevant to your own work is held in Mexico. Even harder when the specific venue is Acapulco.
Now admittedly going to Mexico and seeing only Acapulco is like going to Queensland and only seeing the Gold Coast (although marginally better than going to Cancun in that at least Acapulco is a real town); but for monolingual me it was a good opportunity to do "Mexico Lite" and feel comfortable and safe while getting a small introductions to the fun that awaits in the US's nearest neighbour.
Oh, and the conference was good too.
View from the hotel room - yep, it was hard.

We went to see the cliff divers at Quebrada - they launch themselves off the top of this cliff into an 11 foot channel, timing the dive so that they land just as a wave rolls in... terrifying and amazing. The sunset was pretty good too.
Finally, I took a day off from the conference and visited the 'real Mexico' - only a short bus ride from Acapulco's tourist strip. Careening bus rides around sheer cliffs, goats on the road, dust, eroding edges of the strip... ahhhhhhh. It was reassuring to know that I was back in a developing country and not in the strangely artificial world of Acapulco (*As an aside, Ciaran asked me what I thought of Acapulco while we pondered the week's experiences over beer on a Friday night... my unthinking response was: "a breast implant" - all about artifice catering to overblown fantasies). Anyway...My destination was Pie de la Cuesta a lovely area with an unspoilt (but dangerously rippy) coast, and a beautiful huge estuary/lagoon full of birdlife and surrounded by mangroves. I spent a very lazy 5 hours on a boat travelling around the lagoon and slowing pace down to measuring time in "Mexican Minutes"... beautiful. Yep, it was just as tranquil as it looks.

Home safe and sound now and looking forward to the next conference - up in Maine in about a month, with a reasonable chance of actually learning and doing something; although sadly fewer opportunities for beach side discos.
Adios amigos... (as you can see, my Spanish has greatly benefited from the experience)
Sal