Believe it or not, I went to Mexico with Faith last Christmas. And it was my idea. To the Las Contos resort in Acapulco, where we stayed in a small bungalow called a casita, with a private swimming pool, and where we awoke every morning to pink hibiscus flowers floating on the water, thanks to a pool attendant we never saw.
Las ContoscasitaFaith was grateful to me the whole time we were away, and I was happy to be with her. When she saw the resort’s main building from our taxi window, with its pink stucco walls and palm trees lining the long winding driveway to the entrance, she said breathlessly, “This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever been.”
And that was before we entered the lobby with its pink-and-white marble floor, and aquarium filled with turquoise fish that glowed like neon l
