
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Homecoming
We stayed at a small RV park on the north side of town that had a lovely pool, and we lounged about reading books on our Kindles.

We refer to our Posada house as our main residence, and the feeling of coming home that we get when we pull into the park confirms that. Our housesitter, Susan Nelson, took impeccable care of our house, its contents, our car, and our dog, Buddy. Susan was responsible for Buddy's gentle ending, and we're forever grateful to her.

The Quebecois have been on the road since last June, coming from their home in Trois Rivieres, on the St. Lawrence River, down through the U.S. and into the Yucatan peninsula of Mexico. Then west and south through Mexico into Guatemala and Costa Rica, then back north into Mexico. Trilingual (French, Spanish, English) parents and bilingual (French and Spanish) children! The girls did not know a word of Spanish when they left Canada, and they speak like natives now. Ah, to have the spongelike language-learning capability of a youngster!
Our guests stayed for 3 days of fun -- some kayaking, lots of drawing, a craft class, some hiking, lots of eating. Charlotte was the star jefa (boss) in the kitchen -- a natural chef, she knew exactly how much of any ingredient she wanted in the bowl or the pan. I predict a restaurant in Charlotte's future! Or maybe a job as a food critic in Italy, the next country she wants to visit. We also played Junior Monopoly, where Eve proved to be a savvy real-estate mogul, but a lenient landlord -- she and Charlotte both charged me only half the rent due on their many properties when I went bankrupt :-)... Rejean said that Posada was the best part of their Baja time so far.
As we unpack and sort things from the RV, we're already making some new piles, since one month from now we'll be headed north back to the U.S. We plan to take a ferry from Santa Rosalia across the Sea of Cortez over to the mainland once again to Guaymas, where we'll pick up the toll road straight to Nogales. Only 5 hours to the border, then maybe another 2 to Tucson, to see friends Pat and Neil in their new downtown condo.
Normally we'd stay at Posada until the end of May, but this year I must sell my houseboat, and boating season in Sandpoint starts in May. Gary has a house to sell and business matters to attend to, also, and so we'll enjoy 4 more weeks here of boating, swimming, fishing, tennis, and hanging out with friends. There's no shortage of socializing opportunities at Posada even when people start heading back to their homes in the U.S. and Canada.
We're calling this our last Mexploration blog entry. But we will pick up the thread again next winter on our next great adventure, wherever that may be.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Una mezcla
In Spanish, "mezcla" means "mixture," and this blog entry is a mixture of things, a digest of small bits that we feel deserve a mention because although they may not be central to our travels, they're fun or interesting or sweet. There are no photos on this posting due to technical difficulties, so we may make another posting soon of una mezcla of only photos...
***
We haven't seen many RVs on the highways during these three months of traveling on various Mexican highways and back roads --- in fact, we've gone whole days without seeing another motorhome. We have met more people who drive their RVs -- small, medium, or large -- from Canada or the U.S. to Mexico and stay for a month or two or three at one RV park in a location they like. We've met only a handful of nomads who cruise around as we do, spending one or two nights in any given place before moving down the road.
This winter we've met two young families -- one of whom we'll talk more about in our next post -- who are what Gary calls "long-line travelers" who are spending a whole year on the road. In both cases, the parents are in their late 30s or early 40s: The Swiss family has 2 lovely sons and the Quebec family has 2 lovely daughters. The parents are home-schooling the kids in an international setting, and the kids are learning Spanish organically. Beautiful parents, beautiful kids.
***
During the last week, after beach camping at La Saladita (see previous post), we continued up the Pacific Coast of Mexico, spending a blissful two days on Tenacatita Bay. My Seattle friend Lisa was not in residence at her lovely home in La Manzanilla, so we lunched in that sweet town and camped just north of there at Boca de Iguanas, one of the most beautiful beaches we've seen. Most of the Canadian and U.S. RVers who camp here for the winter season have already headed back north, many intending to spend April in the Southwest U.S. on their way. So it's quiet at many of these RV campgrounds. Nice.
Following that, we drove north through Puerto Vallarta, making a Costco stop to buy thick-sliced bacon, pomegranate juice and jars of their famous mixed nuts, among other things. How this shot of familiar U.S. products delighted us! Cheap thrills ... :-)
We stopped for the night at another beach town we hadn't visited before, Lo de Marcos. Sometimes the hype of a guidebook can set you up, and Lo de Marcos was a disappointing experience: a smallish, slanted beach, not easily walkable nor safely swimable. We stayed only one night. On north through the jungly, beautiful coast of Nayarit state to the town of San Blas, where we late-lunched on smoked marlin cooked on a wood-fired grill at a restaurant we remembered from last year.
We drove ahead on coastal back roads, choosing a beach destination on a remote peninsula. We cruised past tobacco fields and pepper farms, where huge piles of red chiles dried on tarps in the sun. Maps can't tell you everything, and when we arrived just before sunset at the beach, we realized we were in a marshy area of mangroves -- potentially buggy -- but it was too late to go anywhere else.
If this passage sounds ominous, it's because I'm recalling a nightmare: That night, hundreds of tiny insects came through the screens of our RV and ate me alive. Gary and I sleep without pajamas, and on warm nights like that one, without covers. I did pull the sheet over my head to avoid what I thought was a tenacious mosquito or two, but I had no idea that multitudes of no-see-ums were inside with us, even under that sheet, feasting on my blood ...
By morning, I had -- by Gary's count -- about 200 bites. Little red bumps from head to toe, back and front, even on my scalp. It looked like a mad case of full-body mini-measles.
Gary had, by his count, about 20 bites that barely registered with him.
There's more that I could say about this experience, but the bottom line is that a medicated talcum powder called Mexana was my best friend and constant companion for the next four days.
***
Spring has come to western coastal Mexico. One type of tree we've not yet identified is abloom with pink blossoms; from far away they look like a cherry tree on steroids, and they stand out incredibly on a jungly green hillside. In some higher-elevation places like San Miguel de Allende (see previous postings), the jacaranda trees are exploding with purple blooms, and we regret we can't see spring erupt in multiple places.
***
Any of you who read our blog last year may remember that we mentioned developing a big pollo asado (grilled chicken) habit. We've maintained that habit this winter with, we estimate, two pollo asado meals a week, maybe more. If you're just a little late having lunch, and you're driving down the road, and you come upon a little town, and a woman is out there at her grill, and you see and smell the roasted chickens resting on that grill, you just gotta stop.
She expertly cleaves the chicken into pieces and puts the pieces on a styrofoam tray along with tortillas and a little bag of salsa and sometimes a bag of Spanish rice. You give her 60 or 70 pesos (about US$5). You get back in the RV and eat the chicken with your hands, saying between bites, "Ohmigod, this is so good..." Afterwards you wash your hands and face, put the tortillas and salsa and rice in the frig, and you head on down the road, satisfied. Healthy fast food.
***
We're fond of the naming conventions for businesses in Mexico. Usually the name consists of two or three words -- the first refers to the type of business, and the second, who it belongs to or where it's located. For example, you might have "Estetica Catalina," which in English would be "Kathy's Beauty Shop"; or "Ferreteria Jaime," which would be "Jim's Hardware"; or "Abarrotes Juana," which is "Jeanne's Corner Grocery Store." "Farmacia El Centro" would translate as "Downtown Pharmacy," and "Gasolina La Curva" would be "Gas Station Where the Highway Curves." We don't understand the system well enough to understand why someone would name a business like one we saw the other day: "Materiales El Pollo" ("The Chicken's Building Supplies").
On the subject of naming: All the puentes (bridges) in Mexico -- from large ones that span wide arroyos to small ones that carry your car over a little creek -- have names that are displayed on small signs at either end of the bridge. Some are obviously named for the town they're near to. It appears to us that others, though, carry names for a feature of the nearby landscape -- for example, Puente Las Higueras (fig trees) or Puente La Cuevita (little cave) -- or what we imagine is a beloved relative of the foreman of the bridge-building crew, such as Puente Tia Lola (Aunt Lola). Some, however, carry names that we can't compute but we love, such as Puente La Hormiga (the ant) or Puente El Tigre (the tiger).
***
We took the large ferry from Mazatlan back to La Paz, the capital of Baja California Sur, on Monday -- a smooth overnight crossing -- and spent a few days in La Paz. It's the one-year anniversary of Gary's diagnosis of stomach cancer and his gastrectomy, and his oncological surgeon wanted to run a few tests to see how his health is. As we expected, everything looks good. Que bueno!
Next: Going home....
***
We haven't seen many RVs on the highways during these three months of traveling on various Mexican highways and back roads --- in fact, we've gone whole days without seeing another motorhome. We have met more people who drive their RVs -- small, medium, or large -- from Canada or the U.S. to Mexico and stay for a month or two or three at one RV park in a location they like. We've met only a handful of nomads who cruise around as we do, spending one or two nights in any given place before moving down the road.
This winter we've met two young families -- one of whom we'll talk more about in our next post -- who are what Gary calls "long-line travelers" who are spending a whole year on the road. In both cases, the parents are in their late 30s or early 40s: The Swiss family has 2 lovely sons and the Quebec family has 2 lovely daughters. The parents are home-schooling the kids in an international setting, and the kids are learning Spanish organically. Beautiful parents, beautiful kids.
***
During the last week, after beach camping at La Saladita (see previous post), we continued up the Pacific Coast of Mexico, spending a blissful two days on Tenacatita Bay. My Seattle friend Lisa was not in residence at her lovely home in La Manzanilla, so we lunched in that sweet town and camped just north of there at Boca de Iguanas, one of the most beautiful beaches we've seen. Most of the Canadian and U.S. RVers who camp here for the winter season have already headed back north, many intending to spend April in the Southwest U.S. on their way. So it's quiet at many of these RV campgrounds. Nice.
Following that, we drove north through Puerto Vallarta, making a Costco stop to buy thick-sliced bacon, pomegranate juice and jars of their famous mixed nuts, among other things. How this shot of familiar U.S. products delighted us! Cheap thrills ... :-)
We stopped for the night at another beach town we hadn't visited before, Lo de Marcos. Sometimes the hype of a guidebook can set you up, and Lo de Marcos was a disappointing experience: a smallish, slanted beach, not easily walkable nor safely swimable. We stayed only one night. On north through the jungly, beautiful coast of Nayarit state to the town of San Blas, where we late-lunched on smoked marlin cooked on a wood-fired grill at a restaurant we remembered from last year.
We drove ahead on coastal back roads, choosing a beach destination on a remote peninsula. We cruised past tobacco fields and pepper farms, where huge piles of red chiles dried on tarps in the sun. Maps can't tell you everything, and when we arrived just before sunset at the beach, we realized we were in a marshy area of mangroves -- potentially buggy -- but it was too late to go anywhere else.
If this passage sounds ominous, it's because I'm recalling a nightmare: That night, hundreds of tiny insects came through the screens of our RV and ate me alive. Gary and I sleep without pajamas, and on warm nights like that one, without covers. I did pull the sheet over my head to avoid what I thought was a tenacious mosquito or two, but I had no idea that multitudes of no-see-ums were inside with us, even under that sheet, feasting on my blood ...
By morning, I had -- by Gary's count -- about 200 bites. Little red bumps from head to toe, back and front, even on my scalp. It looked like a mad case of full-body mini-measles.
Gary had, by his count, about 20 bites that barely registered with him.
There's more that I could say about this experience, but the bottom line is that a medicated talcum powder called Mexana was my best friend and constant companion for the next four days.
***
Spring has come to western coastal Mexico. One type of tree we've not yet identified is abloom with pink blossoms; from far away they look like a cherry tree on steroids, and they stand out incredibly on a jungly green hillside. In some higher-elevation places like San Miguel de Allende (see previous postings), the jacaranda trees are exploding with purple blooms, and we regret we can't see spring erupt in multiple places.
***
Any of you who read our blog last year may remember that we mentioned developing a big pollo asado (grilled chicken) habit. We've maintained that habit this winter with, we estimate, two pollo asado meals a week, maybe more. If you're just a little late having lunch, and you're driving down the road, and you come upon a little town, and a woman is out there at her grill, and you see and smell the roasted chickens resting on that grill, you just gotta stop.
She expertly cleaves the chicken into pieces and puts the pieces on a styrofoam tray along with tortillas and a little bag of salsa and sometimes a bag of Spanish rice. You give her 60 or 70 pesos (about US$5). You get back in the RV and eat the chicken with your hands, saying between bites, "Ohmigod, this is so good..." Afterwards you wash your hands and face, put the tortillas and salsa and rice in the frig, and you head on down the road, satisfied. Healthy fast food.
***
We're fond of the naming conventions for businesses in Mexico. Usually the name consists of two or three words -- the first refers to the type of business, and the second, who it belongs to or where it's located. For example, you might have "Estetica Catalina," which in English would be "Kathy's Beauty Shop"; or "Ferreteria Jaime," which would be "Jim's Hardware"; or "Abarrotes Juana," which is "Jeanne's Corner Grocery Store." "Farmacia El Centro" would translate as "Downtown Pharmacy," and "Gasolina La Curva" would be "Gas Station Where the Highway Curves." We don't understand the system well enough to understand why someone would name a business like one we saw the other day: "Materiales El Pollo" ("The Chicken's Building Supplies").
On the subject of naming: All the puentes (bridges) in Mexico -- from large ones that span wide arroyos to small ones that carry your car over a little creek -- have names that are displayed on small signs at either end of the bridge. Some are obviously named for the town they're near to. It appears to us that others, though, carry names for a feature of the nearby landscape -- for example, Puente Las Higueras (fig trees) or Puente La Cuevita (little cave) -- or what we imagine is a beloved relative of the foreman of the bridge-building crew, such as Puente Tia Lola (Aunt Lola). Some, however, carry names that we can't compute but we love, such as Puente La Hormiga (the ant) or Puente El Tigre (the tiger).
***
We took the large ferry from Mazatlan back to La Paz, the capital of Baja California Sur, on Monday -- a smooth overnight crossing -- and spent a few days in La Paz. It's the one-year anniversary of Gary's diagnosis of stomach cancer and his gastrectomy, and his oncological surgeon wanted to run a few tests to see how his health is. As we expected, everything looks good. Que bueno!
Next: Going home....
Thursday, March 18, 2010
On the road again
In the last five days, we've driven about 300 miles along the Pacific Coast through the states of Guerrero, Michoacan, Colima, and Jalisco. In some parts, namely Michoacan, the coastline is so winding and hilly and you average about 20mph. But the name of the game isn't covering ground, it's keeping your jaw shut as you look at the incredible shoreline of virtually empty beaches -- some white sand, some rocky with crashing surf, mostly with coco palms, and always beautiful.
The first night out of Zihuatanejo we camped outside of La Saladita, a town so small it's not even in Guia Roji, our very detailed map book of Mexican roads. We had gone to Troncones, a beach about 40 miles north of Zihua, where we'd beach-camped previously, and there we met a couple raved about a place just north of there called La Saladita. So we pressed on in that direction, following their instructions for what turn to take off coastal Highway 200, anticipating another nice beach-camping night.
We turned too soon, however, and found ourselves on a dirt road that got narrower and narrower until brush was scraping the sides and top of the RV. Terri wanted to go back to the highway, Gary wanted to press on.
We kept going, through a little ... could you call it a village? A few shacks, pigs in the road, three men drinking beer on their stoop in the hot afternoon sun. Soon the road dead-ended. We turned around, came back to the guys on the stoop, and asked them the way to La Saladita. They pointed to another little spur road, and we headed down that. We came upon a wide creek, almost a foot deep, and Gary drove the rig across it. More winding around on a narrow dirt track until we rounded a corner and saw .... the highway! Just a few yards down the highway, and there was the actual turnoff to La Saladita.
Just before the town, we turned onto another dirt road toward a restaurant the Troncones couple had mentioned called El Mirador (The Viewpoint). It's all by itself on the beach, and the owner said we could camp there if we had dinner at the restaurant. We walked a long way in both directions on the beach to stretch out after the driving escapade, and that night we feasted on lobster and the best huachinango (red snapper) ever while watching the sun sink into the sea. The next morning we were treated to a gorgeous sunrise as well and had more fish for breakfast.
Some people ask why we're so fond of Mexico, and one of the many answers has to be: the fruit. At times we almost live on it, so it's worth a few words here.

In particular, we are mango nuts. The ones we prefer are the smaller, thinner, yellow ones that I've seen labeled in the store as Ataulfos but the fruit vendors call them "manilas." They're sweeter than the reddish ones we see in U.S. grocery stores, and in southwestern coastal Mexico, you see miles and miles of mango orchards producing this type of mango. The other type grows here too -- along one beach access road, Gary climbed atop the RV to pick a few low-hanging red ones from a tree, and we're waiting for those to ripen up.
We also love bananas, and along with the familiar kind, we've sampled some shorter, fat ones whose flesh is very creamy and what we call "finger bananas" because they're about that big and super-sweet.

Inland there are places where the cash crop is berries -- the city of Zamora is a hub for producing blackberries (in Spanish, blackberry is "zarzamora") -- and those are brought out to the coast for sale, just as mangos and bananas are sent inland.
All along the highway are stands where people have giant piles of coconuts, and for 8 pesos (about 70 cents), they'll whack the top off it with a machete and put a straw in it so you can drink the coco milk. This must be an acquired taste, however, because it doesn't taste like coconut as we think of it; it's watery and without much flavor. (Gary thinks it needed rum.)
As you motor down the highway, the landscape gives way from one fruit crop to another, it seems -- the coco palm plantations, the banana palms, the papayas, the mangos, the limes (the city of Tecoman, north of Manzanillo, calls itself El Capital Mundial de Limones -- The Lime Capital of The World). An aside: It takes 4 small limes to yield enough juice for one margarita, which has become our drink of choice on this trip, so as a result we are huge lime consumers. We buy them by the kilo! They are the little limes, the size of key limes, although the juice tastes like that of the bigger limes you buy in U.S. grocery stores.
We stopped yesterday at a wonderful fruit stand on the highway and, along with our usual favorite fruits, bought some citrusy starfruit and a mamey. Mamey is the size and color of a Russet potato, but the skin's texture is more like an avocado, only harder. The fruit stand owner told us to wait a few days for it to be "listo" (ready), then to cut it in half and spoon out the custardy flesh. Stay tuned for a full report :-)...
Some people ask why we're so fond of Mexico, and one of the many answers has to be: the fruit. At times we almost live on it, so it's worth a few words here.
In particular, we are mango nuts. The ones we prefer are the smaller, thinner, yellow ones that I've seen labeled in the store as Ataulfos but the fruit vendors call them "manilas." They're sweeter than the reddish ones we see in U.S. grocery stores, and in southwestern coastal Mexico, you see miles and miles of mango orchards producing this type of mango. The other type grows here too -- along one beach access road, Gary climbed atop the RV to pick a few low-hanging red ones from a tree, and we're waiting for those to ripen up.
We also love bananas, and along with the familiar kind, we've sampled some shorter, fat ones whose flesh is very creamy and what we call "finger bananas" because they're about that big and super-sweet.
Inland there are places where the cash crop is berries -- the city of Zamora is a hub for producing blackberries (in Spanish, blackberry is "zarzamora") -- and those are brought out to the coast for sale, just as mangos and bananas are sent inland.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Zihua daze
(Note: This post was written on our last evening in Zihuatanejo. We didn't finish writing it that night, however, and we've been beach camping without wifi access since then. So we're posting it today, a few days after the fact. We'll soon post our next report on what's been happening since we hit the road again.)
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Our two weeks in Zihua has flown, as it does when you're relaxing in a beautiful place and meeting friendly, interesting people -- namely, our neighbors at La Ceiba Residencial, our 24-unit condo complex just off La Ropa Beach.
We've entertained and been entertained by several people here: Marsha, a new friend who also manages the rental of our condo; Anne and Ann, from whom we bought our unit; and Veronica and Israel and 4-year-old Amaya, native Mexicans who own the unit next to us and speak English. (Veronica, who got her MBA in the U.S., is from an old Zihua family that owns property and hotels, one of which she manages.) Anne organized a group lunch for 22 owners from La Ceiba at Casa Vieja restaurant. We went there for pozole, which is basically chicken soup with bits of hominy (like miniature corn dumplings) in it.
Thursday is Pozole Day in Zihua -- some small restaurants open only on Thursdays, and serve only pozole -- and people who live here all seem to have their fave pozole restaurant. At Casa Vieja ("Old House," which is what the building used to be), you can order chicken or pork or both in your pozole, and you can have it white (mild), green (medium), or red (burn your lips). The waiter brings trays of botanas (appetizers) beforehand -- jalapeno poppers (jalapenos stuffed with cream cheese, lightly breaded, then deep-fried); taquitos (tortillas with a little cheese rolled up and deep-fried); and some deep-fried tortillas with a spicy chicken mixture on them. (Yes, lots of deep frying in some parts of Mexican cuisine.) The pozole is served with another tray of goodies and condiments to put in it: minced onions and radishes and serrano chiles, oregano and red chile powder, and deep-fried avocado (just kidding about the "deep-fried" there).
At Casa Vieja I also had my first Michelada. On our drives through the countryside I'd seen handwritten signs at roadside cafes (that's a plastic table and chairs under a blue tarp) offering Micheladas, but I hadn't yet investigated what they were. Then Marsha ordered one: A Michelada is a beer poured over about an inch of lime juice and ice in a tall glass whose rim is salted. I ordered one made with Victoria brand beer, something between a lager and an amber. It was the most refreshing thing you can imagine drinking on a hot day!
In and around our socializing, we've explored several areas around Zihua. We drove to Ixtapa, the government-developed, high-rise hotel area (a la Cancun or Cabo San Lucas) that is just north or Zihua and shares an airport with it. We spent a day at Barra de Potosi, a gorgeous beach south of town. We rented an hour on a tennis court at golf course in Ixtapa and happily batted the ball around. We walked the rocky milelong path from La Ropa to Las Gatas Beach, where we'd snorkeled in January, and this time we walked further out on the shore and saw sea urchins and tide pool life.
We went downtown several times and shopped in the wonderful and expansive mercado. This is a building with rows and rows of stalls where vendors sell fresh food -- fish, meat, poultry, fruits, veggies -- as well as household goods, DVDs, clothing and more. Surrounding the mercado is a commercial district with banks and restaurants and stores that sell lots of beach stuff and souvenirs for tourists. (We notice there are a zillion shoe stores in downtown Zihua, and they all seem to sell the same styles -- ??)
At the puestos (food stalls) inside the mercado, we've been served some wonderful and some awful tacos. We find that "wonderful" or "awful" can depend on the quality of the tortilla, most of which are handmade right in front of you and which consist of only a very few ingredients: masa (ground corn), water, and salt. (In Baja, most of the tortillas are made with harina, or white flour.) Thickness is a key variable, and we find that, usually, we prefer a thin tortilla to a thick one. But a tortilla has to hold whatever is put inside of it (beans, meat, chicken, fish, cheese) without falling apart, so it's tricky. To us there's nothing like a beautiful handmade tortilla hot off the grill and filled with yummy pollo picante (spicy chicken) ... yum!
Our 12 days in Zihua have been half purposeful and half lazy.

Gary bought two more pair of glasses here, wanting to take advantage of the affordable prices. We conducted a lengthy search for an outdoor BBQ and settled on a small, barrel-shaped, hand-welded unit that is sturdy and the perfect size for our condo patio. (We had borrowed a Weber-style grill from neighbors who'd owned it only two years, and the sea air had rusted through it in several places.) Neighbor Israel, who sells quality silver jewelry on the beach, is in chef school here, and he showed us two ways to do an amazing whole huachinango (red snapper ) on the new grill. Que rico!!! (Delicious!)
On several days, we took beach chairs, umbrella, cooler and books the half-block to the ocean and parked it there for the day. (The water in Zihua Bay is 83 degrees at the moment.) On a few others we hung out reading by the condo pool. It was sunny and hot nearly every day.We both can take way too much sun for our own good.
On our final day in town, Gary persuaded me to go up in a parasail that some guys operate on the beach. He negotiated a good price for us to be harnessed together and lifted high, high, high above the bay. The boat we were attached to made a loop towards town and back to our beach, and the ride lasted about 15 minutes. It was a rather busy day in the bay, however, and I was a little preoccupied as I watched our boat driver avoid colliding with a kayaker, another parasail boat, a yacht moored off the beach, and several fishing boats. The liftoff and landing were both smooth and flawless, and Gary managed to snap photos while in the air, some of which you see here.
Not sure when we will return to Zihuatanejo, only that it won't be too long...
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We've entertained and been entertained by several people here: Marsha, a new friend who also manages the rental of our condo; Anne and Ann, from whom we bought our unit; and Veronica and Israel and 4-year-old Amaya, native Mexicans who own the unit next to us and speak English. (Veronica, who got her MBA in the U.S., is from an old Zihua family that owns property and hotels, one of which she manages.) Anne organized a group lunch for 22 owners from La Ceiba at Casa Vieja restaurant. We went there for pozole, which is basically chicken soup with bits of hominy (like miniature corn dumplings) in it.
At Casa Vieja I also had my first Michelada. On our drives through the countryside I'd seen handwritten signs at roadside cafes (that's a plastic table and chairs under a blue tarp) offering Micheladas, but I hadn't yet investigated what they were. Then Marsha ordered one: A Michelada is a beer poured over about an inch of lime juice and ice in a tall glass whose rim is salted. I ordered one made with Victoria brand beer, something between a lager and an amber. It was the most refreshing thing you can imagine drinking on a hot day!
In and around our socializing, we've explored several areas around Zihua. We drove to Ixtapa, the government-developed, high-rise hotel area (a la Cancun or Cabo San Lucas) that is just north or Zihua and shares an airport with it. We spent a day at Barra de Potosi, a gorgeous beach south of town. We rented an hour on a tennis court at golf course in Ixtapa and happily batted the ball around. We walked the rocky milelong path from La Ropa to Las Gatas Beach, where we'd snorkeled in January, and this time we walked further out on the shore and saw sea urchins and tide pool life.
Our 12 days in Zihua have been half purposeful and half lazy.
Not sure when we will return to Zihuatanejo, only that it won't be too long...
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
From the highlands to the sea...
We headed north to Dolores Hidalgo, a town that’s known as a ceramic center in this area. We stopped at a factory on the outskirts of town and went in. There we saw the kiln room and a warehouse with a long line of women hand-painting individual pieces and young men packing the dried pieces in newspaper for shipping to all parts of Mexico. And of course everything from plates and bowls to planters and wall art and sinks was for sale on rows of shelves and tables that seemed to go on forever. Yes, we bought a few things...
From Dolores we drove toward Guanajuato, a university town of about 50K people that was once a mining center and is now the capital of the state of Guanajuato. Like SMA, Guanajuato is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, but unlike SMA, its growth has been constrained by its physical location in a long ravine. Crayola-colorful buildings – commercial businesses, the university, homes and apartments -- are crammed at the bottom of the ravine and up its steep sides. Many areas of these steep inclines are accessible only by foot via pedestrian alleys or sets of stairs. But amazingly, car and bus traffic also flows through this town -- on narrow, switchback streets and through both above-ground and subterranean tunnels.
We went downtown to the Mercado today and stocked up on fresh veggies and fruit. We may have a shrimp cocktail at Paty's Restaurant on the beach to watch the sunset.
All is well in our world :-).....
Sunday, February 14, 2010
San Miguel de Allende (continued)
"San Miguel de Allende, is located in the mountainous central region of Mexico, part of what is referred to as the "Bajio" of the state of Guanajuato. This "low" region in reality averages about 7000 feet, but is so called for being a relatively flat area ringed by mountains.
"Originally known as San Miguel El Grande was founded by a Franciscan monk named Juan de San Miguel in 1542. It was an important stop over on the Antigua Camino Real, part of the silver route from Zacatecas.
When the Mexican War of Independence began in the nearby town of Dolores (now known as Dolores Hidalgo) on September 16th, 1810 ... the rapidly growing revolutionary army
Indeed, our felt experience of SMA so far has mostly to do with how this place, population about 62K, contrasts with the Mexican towns we know or are getting to know: tiny Mulege (population 3K) and Santa Rosalia (about 20K) and La Paz (about 500K), all in Baja California, and Zihuatanejo (about 60K), in Guerrero state.
In SMA are many things that we've never seen in other Mexican towns of this size or greater: a thriving tennis community and many courts; organic grocery stores and restaurants; classes in every possible art and craft, in language, in yoga, and more; art galleries and restaurants galore; concerts galore; a library with the largest collection of English-language titles in Mexico; great local transportation (you can easily live here without a car); and volunteer organizations (education, health, social services, etc.) that serve the natives of SMA and the area surrounding it.
Terri finished her first week of Spanish class -- 3 hours a day with private instructor Alicia -- and tomorrow begins her second week. She's getting into new territory, and it's harder but important to carry on. ... Gary met famed local photographer and author Robert de Gast and spent 2 hours of private photography tutoring with him. It's challenging to choose which photos to take and share here, because everywhere you look is a gorgeous building, gorgeous landscapes, interesting people doing interesting things. You'll continue to see more of Gary's photos on these blog pages.
Today, we are headed to Parque Benito Juarez, the largest green space in SMA, where there is a plant sale (species from all over Mexico have been brought in this week) and an art exhibit. From there, we'll go over to the trailer park where we lived at the start of our visit here and where our rig is currently stored. We've been invited to a potluck where the matriarch of the Mexican family who owns the park is going to teach us how to make tamales, and one of the park residents is going to show how to make chiles rellenos (mild poblano chiles stuffed with cheese). Yum!
Soon, more from San Miguel.
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