It's winter of 2010 and I'm on a wonderful vacation in beautiful Acapulco, Mexico. Perfect weather (87 and sunny for 8 days straight), great resort and enjoying quality time with my wife and 2 daughters. One thing I really like about this resort ( and Acapulco for that matter) is that there doesn't seem to be a lot of Americans. My family ( along with maybe 2 other American families from what I can tell) and just some of the nicest Mexican people you will ever find. I always tell my kids, "We are guests in other countries and should respect where you are" By this I mean, let's try to speak Spanish as much as possible. ( Ironically, most of the Mexicans want to speak English when they find out where American)
So, everyday, my daughters and I would swim in the ocean at least once a day, sometimes twice. The waters were a bit rough but we never ventured out too far. The beach had a so-called lifeguard that hung out. Strangely, there were no motor sports on the beach(wave runners, jet skis or even motor boats). I think this was because we weren't in a bay, we were in the open ocean. One day, my daughters and I were the only ones in the water and went out probably to far. The lifeguard hops on his Wave Runner and rides out to us. He says to me (thinking I'm Mexican), "Senor, #$@$@#>>@$#>>>....." I have no idea what he said but the first thing out of my mouth was "Cuantos Trente Minutos?" which translates into "How much for 30 minutes?" This guy was trying to save us from danger and I'm asking him how much to rent his wave runner for 30 minutes!
Later, I apologized to him and he was really nice about it. To me it meant I was really having a good time and relaxed because my first thought when seeing the lifeguard wasn't about the safety of my children but "Hey, a Wave Runner would be fun to ride"
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