I lucked out. Since Huatulco isn't so well known to the singles crowd I was forced to take a spacious double room at the deluxe Royal Maeva all to myself. The used-car salesmen from Mexico City were a hoot. And, the magazine distributors from Ajax were, in a word, wild. Neither were they.
Zapotec chief adds, unless the gods of eco-wisdom subdue.
So far it works. The gods delivered not one drop of rain, not a cloud in the sky, at all, all week. And, they say, you can drink the water. Still, I wouldn't push it. I could hardly hear fitness instructor Yvonne for the sounds of the soothing surf, as I lay flat on my back atop an exercise mat and opened my eyes to the heavenly sight of swaying palms soaring high into the chalk blue sky.