Acapulco Hotel, Daytona Beach
Finally, we have hit Florida, where it’s still cool with a brisk wind. This little beach town is where we honeymooned 35 years ago. Peering through the sands of time, we decided to try to find the same hotel we stayed in back in the day, just for fun. But seriously, I figured by now the hotel was almost certainly a pile of rubble underneath a brand new Starbucks.
Suddenly, there it was. A more modern facade, different exterior paint color (an attractive pale yellow hue, rather than the turquoise, pink and lime green shades of so long ago) and an updated pool area, but I would recognize the building anywhere. It also helped that it bore the same name as it did back in 1979 — Acapulco Hotel. I remember I booked the place because I liked the exotic name. We only stayed the one night back then, since we were on our way to Disney World.
We asked some kids, a.k.a. twenty-somethings, to please take our picture in front of the hotel, and told them why. I’m sure they thought it was cute that a grey-haired couple could even remember where they honeymooned. I’m sure they think old coots like us don’t even have sex. But I digress …
Of course, we couldn’t resist staying another night, 35 years, 2 kids and 2 grandkids later. So here we’ll lay our heads tonight, lulled by the sound of the three hundred thousand motorcycles who are also here — it’s Daytona Bike Week.