COME ON IN, THE WATER'S FINE

摘要

One warm. sunny spring day, i check into Los Flamingos, a pink stucco hotel that sprawls across a cliffside in Acapulco. Los Flamingos was once the cerveza-soaked playground of John Wayne, Cary Grant, and Johnny Weissmuller (a.k.a. Tarzan), who kept a roundhouse on the premises. I try to retrace their gringo wanderings. I sip coffee on the hotel's veranda. I paddle around the pool. I venture out to Seftor Johnny's roundhouse. I see smiling, white-uniformed staff members everywhere. But I begin to worry when, two days later, I haven't seen another customer.