Wife & I went to Acapulco in summer of 1984. Seemed safe enough, drink bottled water only, keep your goods in the hotel safe deposit and let the front desk call a trusted taxi.
Biggest hazard we faced was a bus trip to the silver city of Taxco. Climbing up into the mountains was OK but the trip down was all white knuckles in that careening bus with brakes you could smell & halfway down it drove past Mexico’s largest coffin store with lurid window displays.
Went to Cancun in 1991. That was OK, too. I speak Spanish so it helped in both locales. Wouldn’t go back now for love nor money.
In fact, I don’t want to set foot outside the U.S. anymore. Didn’t get this old by being stupid.
“Went to Cancun in 1991. That was OK, too. I speak Spanish so it helped in both locales. Wouldnt go back now for love nor money.”
You don’t have to go back these days, just visit Mexico conquered California instead.
I too speak Spanish and I loved Mexico and their culture for decades but, like you, I wouldn't go down there now for anything. Too dangerous.