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Oaxaca, Mexico: The Whole Enchilada

Oaxaco woman making tortillas

by Cornelius Myers

Mexico is country that offers a vast array of travel experiences. You can find everything from silver in Taxco, pyramids in the Yucatan to massive monuments and museums in Mexico City. Oaxaca, however, brings a taste of everything – art, music, cuisine, culture, handicrafts, architecture, jewelry, museums and monumental history – to the table; and the result is a feast of all things Mexican – all in one delightful place.

merchandise in Oaxaca shopOaxaca, located southeast of Mexico City and south of Vera Cruz, is set in a fertile valley, 1,500 meters up in the mountains of the Sierra Madre del Sur. It is regarded as the most charming and best preserved of all Mexico’s colonial cities. The strong influences of the Mixtec and Zapotec cultures that once dominated the region are still strongly felt, seen and tasted throughout the city.

While Mexico City has been resting on it’s laurels as the artistic capital of Mexico, Oaxaca has garnered it’s own acclaim, and now can be accurately described as the country’s richest state for arts and crafts. Artists from around the country have been drawn to Oaxaca by the dynamic creative atmosphere that prevails. The Centro Historico has galleries everywhere, exhibiting striking and vibrantly colorful abstract and expressionist works. The more you see, the more evident it becomes that there is a very strong Oaxacan school of art.

The internationally renowned artist Rodolfo Morales – who painted surreal scenes of rural Mexico – is credited with helping to make Oaxaca a contemporary art center. His home, a cool, stone-walled alcove, shaded by a canopy of trees, has been converted into a museum – Arte de Oaxaca – displaying his work and providing young, aspiring artists with a space to develop their talents. The painter and sculptor Francisco Toledo is exhibited at Galeria Quetzalli. He too played an important role in focusing the art world’s attention on Oaxaca.

Oaxaca potter and his vasesThe range of indigenous folk art and handicrafts is amazing; with a huge spectrum of shapes, colors and materials shown in textiles, pottery, basketry, gold and silver work, wood carving, toys, metalwork and leather articles – all created in and around Oaxaca.

The art of weaving in Mexico dates from between 900 and 500 B.C. The locally grown Coyuchi cotton – in natural colors ranging from beige to red – has bolls too small for industrial spinning and must be spun by hand. The results are fine woven products in a wide range of vibrant colors and patterns, with dyes coming from flowers, fruit and even from the cactus dwelling red cochineal insect, resulting in a red so deep it must be seen first hand to be truly appreciated.

Oaxaca’s culture is deeply mestizo and naturally indigenous. Sixteen pre-Hispanic tongues are spoken in musical, joyous voices heard throughout the city. The variety is reflected most strongly in the handicrafts sold on the streets and in the markets that you see as you stroll though the town. The Casa de las Artesanias de Oaxaca has everything on display in one location, from hand-dyed and woven carpets to the brightly colored wood figures from San Martin Tilcajete.

You will also find intricate hand woven baskets there from Ocotlan; polychrome wood carvings in phantasmagoric figures, creatures and shapes from San Antonio Arrazola; green glazed pottery from the Village of Atzompa; the finest qualiity embroidery from San Antonio; jewelry from Mitla and San Blas, delicately filigreed in gold and silver – and still created by the lost wax technique.

Two visits outside of the city to see the handicrafts created first hand are well worth the time. The village of San Bartolo Coyotepec is the home of black clay pottery, made internationally famous by Doña Rosa Real. Her son and grandchildren demonstrate the making of the pottery, still using her techniques.

A trip to the “Bug in the Rug” studio in Teotitlan Del Valle to see the award-winning patriarch Isaac Vasquez demonstrate dying and weaving techniques is an opportunity to watch a master carpet craftsman work his magic.

shaman with herbs in OaxacaOaxaca is a walking city. With each step you will discover wonders every sort: excellently preserved examples of baroque architecture everywhere; ancient aquaducts built by the Zapotecs; the Oaxaca Cathedral, a colonial gem, with a splendid bronze altar crafted in Italy; the noise, heat, smells and colors in the enormous labyrinth of the Mercado de Abastos – one of the most vibrant markets in Mexico – where, amidst products from all over the region, you can find the secret herbs, natural cures and talismans still used by the powerful local Shaman’s.

The Basilica de la Soledad, is a masterpiece of 17th-century architecture, noted for it’s heavily gilded interior and the image of the Virgin of Solitude, Oaxaca’s patron saint, encrusted with 600 diamonds and crowned in 2-kgs of solid gold.

The Plaza de Armas, or zocalo is the geographical and social center of the city. You will find it filled with the sounds and colors of villagers from outside the city, tourists, vendors, music from the 19th century bandstand and strolling Mariachis; and the delicious scents of the cafes that line the square. Nearby is the Alameda de Leøn, a charming square with market stalls displaying arts and crafts

The Centro Cultural Santo Domingo, one of the jewels of the city’s colonial architecture, is housed in a former monastery. It is attached to the Iglesia de Domingo a breathtaking church that took 200 years to complete at a cost of more than 12 million pesos in gold. The simple façade of the church is deceptive. Once you have entered, the interior is dazzling, with gilded plaster and colored stucco; culminating in the main altar – a soaring blend of Gothic, Romanesque, Baroque and Moorish styles.

The real treasures are to be found in the Centro’s museum that is dedicated to pre-Columbian artifacts from the ancient cities of Oaxaca state. The incredible precious objects discovered in Tomb 7 of the Monte Alban temple complex are on display. The gold collection alone is regarded as the finest in the Americas. The Centro also has a botanical garden, and an astounding collection of ancient books and manuscripts; one of which pre-dates the Gutenberg Bible. Scholars from around the world come to the library to study and discover it’s contents.

inside a Oaxaca museumMuseums spring-up everywhere as you walk through the City. the Museo de Arte Contemporåneo, featuring the works of Oaxacan artists, Francisco Toledo and Roberto Morales; the Oaxacan Institute of Graphic Arts. The beautiful, 19th-century Macedonio Alcalå theater; the Museo Rufino Tamayo, housing the artist’s vast personal collection of pre-Columbian art; collected by him to prevent it from falling into the hands of illicit artifact traders.

Casa de Juårez, the house where President Benito Juårez lived, is now a museum, devoted to tracing his life and times; from his Zapotec Indian parentage, to his birth in the mountain village of Guelatao, to his Presidency of Mexico.

To understand the energy levels in Oaxaca, it is important to know the life and philosophy of Benito Juarez. He was a reformer all of his life. He raged against what he perceived to be unfair practices and acted on his convictions. The much discussed violent teacher’s strike of 2006 is evidence of the fact that his reformist spirit still permeates the thoughts and actions of the people of Oaxaca. In many ways, it sets them apart from the less energetic areas of the country.

The range of hotel accommodations and restaurants is as wide as the Oaxaca valley itself. From colonial chic courtyards with inexpensive rooms, to the sun dappled patios of medium priced bed-and-breakfast inns, to the opulent former 16th century Dominican convent that deserves it’s five star rating. In the mid-price range, the centrally located Casa Conzatti is recommended for it’s charm and hospitality.

You would be hard pressed to find a less than good restaurant in Oaxaca. Just check the menus for price, and be sure to sample to famous 7 mole sauces, and the native chocolate in any form. Fans of Laura Esquivel’s novel, “Like Water for Chocolate,” will want to dine at it’s name sake, Como Agua Pa’ Chocolate. Throughout the city you will find cuisine unique to the region and extremely creative dishes, expertly prepared at reasonable prices.

pyramids at Monte AlbanOaxaca is regarded as one of the most important colonial cities in Mexico, but it’s roots and cultural identity reach much deeper. It can said that today’s Oaxaca stands tall on the shoulders of the city of Monte Alban and their ancestors that created it in 500 B.C.

Spectacularly situated on a mountain 500 m above the Oaxaca Vally, Monte Alban is the greatest of the Zapotec cities. It’s sheer existence is a triumph of engineering. The Jaguar Hill mountain top was literally leveled to create a ceremonial site almost as large as the present capital of Oaxaca, with a population that reached 30,000.

With it’s stepped pyramids, huge platforms, highly decorated, magnificent palaces, enormous patios, treasure packed tombs, ballcourt, observatory and temples, it stands today as a tribute to the Olmec’s and Zapotec’s engineering genius. This city, the first urban complex in Mesoamerica, was of enormous importance as an economic, political and religious focal point. It was in this context that the Zapotec culture developed, and was passed down to today’s indigenous people.

By 850 A.D. the city that took a thousand years to build had become almost deserted. The Mixtec culture was on the rise, and for the Mixtecs, Monte Alban became a sacred site where their dead joined the gods in tombs filled with objects that epitomize the beauty of Mixtec art. The passage of time has not prevented the majesty, beauty and the mystery of the place from reaching us today.

The City of Oaxaca is more than a living museum, it is a daily celebration of the past, both ancient and colonial, mixed with the joy of living each day; with senses heightened by the beauty of the sights, sounds, smells and tastes that surround you. It fills you with it’s art, history, music, religion, architecture, cuisine and culture – and wraps you in the colors of the sunrise, walls, costumes and handicrafts. It is truly the whole enchilada.


Oaxaca City Sightseeing Tour: Temple of Santo Domingo de Guzman, Oaxaca Regional Museum and Benito Juarez Market

If You Go:

Continental, Aeroméxico and Mexicana airlines all fly to Oaxaca.
To tour: Turismo Panoråmico travel agency. informes@viajesoaxaca.com.
For more information: www.oaxaca.travel


Private Tour: Mezcal Day Tour in Oaxaca

Photo credits:
Oaxaca making tortillas by REBECA CRUZ GALVAN from Pixabay
All other photos are by Cornelius Myers.

About the author:
Cornelius Myers is a Travel Journalist, Broadcaster, Feature Writer, and award winning member of the National Association of Travel Journalists of America (NATJA), Monaco Press, American Federation of Radio and Television Artists (AFTRA) and Screen Actors Guild (SAG) and The American Recording Academy (GRAMMY). He’s been published in The New York Times, New Riviera Magazine, Monaco Madame, Connection Magazine, Tendance, LRM Magazine (Miami), The Miami Art Guide, Boomer Times & The Riviera Times. Mr. Myers is based in Miami and Monaco. Contact: myers@wanadoo.fr.

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Tulum, Mexico: City of Dawn

Maya ruins, Tulum Yucatan

by Ronald D. Kness

As I stand in the City of Dawn, on the high cliff overlooking the Caribbean Sea, I visualize how the Mayans witnessed the dawning of each new day. Tulum, or “Zama,” Mayan for “to dawn,” is unique in two ways: it is coastal while most other important ruined Mayan cities are located inland in the jungle. Secondly, a massive wall surrounds the city’s perimeter on three sides. The fourth side is open to the sea and drops off a sheer cliff.

detail view of Tulum citadelAs I start my visit to Tulum, and pass through the low entrance in the wall I’m instantly taken back through a time warp. Once inside the perimeter, I scan across the sixty well preserved buildings within the wall. The Mayans were great stone masons. These buildings are from 500 to 1200 years old and still stand tall.

My two favorite buildings are the Temple of the Frescoes and El Castillo. Located about in the center of the walled area, the Temple of the Frescoes is built in three levels, symbolizing the three realms of the Mayan universe – the dark underworld of the dead, the middle level of the living and finally heaven, where the gods lived.

mural on interior wallOn the building’s interior, frescoes depicting typical Mayan motifs are still visible. Carvings cover the outside of this interesting temple. One image seen on the facades of buildings throughout Tulum, is of the Descending God. This deity was one of the most important gods as the Mayans believed it was this god that accepted their offerings. The temple gets its name from the murals painted on both inside and outside walls of the building. The outside murals have long disappeared, but they are still visible on one of the interior walls.

Without a doubt, the most impressive building here is the castle, or El Castillo. Perched on the highest cliff overlooking the sea, more than seven metres (twenty-four feet) high, this temple-topped pyramid also served as a watchtower and a lighthouse.

Researchers speculate there were two torches on top of it. When cargo-carrying Mayan canoes returned from their sea-faring voyages, the seamen would position their canoes so the two torches lined up one behind the other. Once lined up, the canoes could follow the aligned torches and safely move through the barrier reef, into the small cove and to shore.

el castillo at Tulum, Mexico“Zama,” also known as Tulum, Yucatec Mayan for wall or fence, flourished from the 800s to the late 1500s A.D. It would remain inhabited for another seventy years after the Spanish arrived. The city functioned as an important trading post for the Mayans during their last 300 years. Land routes from other Mayan cities terminated here. During this period, the Mayans discovered how to build large seagoing canoes hewn from local hardwoods.

These massive canoes revolutionized trading in this part of the Mayan world. Up to then, the only way Mayans could move their goods was by carrying them on their back. This severely limited how far they could range as the Mayans didn’t acquire horses until after the Spanish arrived.

skull carving at TulumWith the advent of canoes, inland goods were carried to Tulum and then moved by cargo canoes to such places as the Gulf of Mexico, all along the coast of the Yucatán peninsula and extending into what is today Honduras, Costa Rica and Panama. This also brought an influx of goods from these areas back to the Mayan world.

Apart from its coastal setting, Tulum is unique because of the wall surrounding it on three sides. The wall averages six meters (twenty feet) thick and three to five meters (ten-sixteen feet) high. The side parallel to the ocean is about 400 meters (1300 feet) long. The two walls perpendicular to the ocean are each about 170 meters (552 feet) long. With the ocean on the fourth side and the massive walls on the other three sides. It’s plain to see how easily Tulum could be defended.

From research, archeologists found Tulum was a center for political, administrative and religious activities. The upper class running these activities lived inside the wall, while the commoners lived outside of the wall.

The Mayans were an amazing people as evidenced by their architecture, their knowledge of astronomy and their calendar, which we still use today. It fills me with awe when I imagine how they were able to move massive stone blocks into place and build such impressive structures.


Private Tour: Archaeological Sites of Tulum, Chichen Itza
and Cenote from Playa del Carmen or Tulum

If You Go:

If you are in the Quintana Roo area of Mexico’s Yucatan peninsula (Cancun down to Playa del Carmen), a visit to Tulum is a must-see. If you have a rental car, you can drive to the site and park in the parking lot. Several tour companies up and down the Riviera Maya run daily trips to the ruins. Usually the tour price includes round-trip bus transportation, entrance into the ruins and a guided tour using a bi-lingual guide. There normally is some free time after the guided tour to further explore the ruins on your own. Many tours also include entrance and time to snorkel Xel-Ha, a nearby ecological park.

Admission: 40 pesos. Parking is an additional 30 pesos. Filming using a personal video camera costs an additional 30 pesos. Using a personal digital still camera does not cost extra. The ruins entrance is about a 15 minute walk from the parking lot or you can ride a small shuttle to the ruin entrance and back for about 20 pesos.
Site Hours: 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. every day.
Location: Take Federal Highway 307 south from Cancun for approximately two hours. Follow the signs to Tulum.

More Cancun travel information

About the author:
Ron Kness is a travel writer/photographer with articles and photos published in various house publications, in-flight magazines and other media sources. Ron frequently travels to Mexico and is keenly interested in ancient Mayan culture and architecture.

Photo credits:
First Tulum photo by chambly1236 from Pixabay
All other photos are by Ron Kness.

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San Patricio – Melaque: One of Mexico’s Best Kept Secrets

San Patricio - Melaque Mexico

by Janey Volden

Oscar bound the hind legs of a long-horned Brahma cow, poured 100%-proof sugarcane alcohol and Ibarra Mexican chocolate into a tin mug, shoved it under the cow’s teat and began milking. Offering us a round of steaming frothy mixture, the farmer chuckled and said: “Good latte! Si?”

boat in San Patricio Melaque bayFrom that moment, I knew our vacation would be memorable. My husband Bruce and I had many discussions over a bottle of tequila with our friends Ken and Lee about San Patricio – Melaque, the little place in Mexico where they had spent the last several winters.

“But if you’re looking for a Five-star hotel in Melaque, you’ll be disappointed,” they warned us.

Taking up the challenge, we left behind the frigid chill of British Columbia, and landed at Manzanillo airport, delighted that Lee and Ken—with a sticker on his forehead marked “HEAVY BAGGAGE”—were there to welcome us.

After an hour’s ride north, we arrived at the quiet little village of Melaque (San Patricio), where the streets were mostly cobblestones. Like excited kids, we ran down the beach and threw ourselves into the warm Pacific Ocean, yelping when small fish bumped against our legs.

woman cooking in Mexican restaurantWe found many great Mexican restaurants during our stay there, but our favourite meal was a toss-up between the acidic and piquant flavours of fresh-caught Dorado fish fried in garlic and cilantro, doused with tangy mango salsa, and the unforgettable Chicken Alcatraz baked in a lava-rock bowl.

“Muy caliente! Very hot!” warned the waiter. He was right – I watched it bubble for 30 minutes.

The next morning, searching for a place to eat our breakfast, we watched the local people eating food they cooked on little stoves. A smiling Mexican woman offered delicious fajitas oozing with “pulled” pork, and a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice. Further along the street, we noticed shop owners hosing the street down in order to settle the dust before pushing up metal garage doors, revealing shelves of beach attire and touristy trinkets.

the author on a bicycle in San Patricio Melaque indigenous people’s marketWednesday’s tianguis (indigenous people’s market) offered hand-made pottery, silver jewelry, myriad padded bras, and brilliant coloured purses and blankets made by Highland Maya Indians. I was captivated by a boy who poked his head out between the Mexican blankets that were on display to hear his father playing the saxophone. Then I saw it: A gleaming silver bicycle, straight out of Star Wars, wrapped from handlebar to spoke in tin foil, with room at the back for spare tire, and a small passenger. I just had to ride it.

Later, Ray, our unforgettable tour guide, took us on a short drive north of Melaque. After telling us what fascinating fish we expected to see while snorkeling around the coral reef at Tenacatita’s Playa Mora, he pulled a straw hat over his head and snored under a shady palapa. Attracted by a steep hill nearby, I scrambled up a rough track between agave and organ-pipe cacti and was rewarded with a view of whales in the open Pacific Ocean, and a turkey vulture soaring above me.

Mexican pottery in a San Patricio Melaque shopI joined the “March of the Gringos,” as we linked arms and walked down the sandy road to a fresh seafood restaurant in Tenacatita. We wiggled our toes in soft sand, as we enjoyed margaritas and octopus salad. Then we heard loud honking outside, and gulped down our octopi and continued the tour to Boca de Iguanas where Ray taught us how to boogie-board.

“Stand in racer’s position, left foot back, right foot forward. Hold board to waist. Wait; let wave take you. And no hop like bunny!”

“Crocodile-hunting” at La Manzanilla was next on the itinerary. Ray, producing a plastic bag of leftovers he had scrounged from his fridge, threw the contents into the sun-dappled river. A pair of mean-looking croc eyes scrutinized as pieces of Tandoori chicken flew through the air over the wire netting into the water. Obviously it wasn’t hungry, and ignored the appetizers as it floated off downstream. Ray made a wry comment about a smorgasbord of pooches that had mysteriously disappeared from the nearby trailer park.

fishermen in a boat in Melaque harborSunday was Day Seven of our two-week holiday. Mexican families, happy to be away from the City, carried chairs to the shore to wait for sunrise. Meanwhile waves pounded onto the beach as fishermen dragged in their homemade nets filled with tuna and silver fish. A young boy stood in the water up to his waist, hauling in an eight-inch Toro fish with his weighted nylon line and hook. He wound the line around a plastic bottle, flashed a smile at me, and threw the fish into a bucket with the rest of his morning’s catch.

When Ken jabbed his finger excitedly toward the ocean, I finally understood what he meant by “The Boil.” Frigate birds hovered over a bubbling mass of silver fish that leapt in the air, jostling underwater to escape the tuna, Pacific Sierra and Toro fish that “herded” them into shore. Droves of pelicans, reminiscent of old sea planes, left their resting rock and flew to where the fishermen had thrown out their nets. Scanning the shore line, they dove like synchronized swimmers intent on filling their fish-tank bills. A couple of bold pelicans flapped clumsily into the fishermen’s boat, snapping at the nets as the fish jumped with the Toro. When the fishing frenzy was over, a flotilla of well-fed pelicans and frigate birds rode the crest of an enormous wave, while timid egrets and herons tip-toed along the water’s edge in search of pickings.

fruit vendor on beachI stopped for a snack and Antonio, the beaming fruit vendor peeled a mango for me, cutting the fruit at angles for ease of eating, hammered a stick through the bottom, adding cayenne pepper and a squeeze of lime. Antonio had been up since dawn, digging holes in the sand and dragging chairs out for hotel guests. He shoved an umbrella pole into each hole, while his son Freddy filled the holes with sand, firmly securing the poles. When Freddy raced off with his backpack for afternoon school, his younger sister Anna arrived for “beach duty.” Her job was to arrange mangos on a stick, wedges of watermelon, pineapple, coconut and cucumber onto a tray. Balancing it carefully on her head, she walked down the beach toward her regular customers. Her dog, Princessa, dug a hole, climbed in, curled up and went to sleep.

The crescent-shaped beach stretches five kilometers from Melaque to Barra de Navidad; to the west lays Punta Melaque, an outcrop of lava rock that shelters the bay and many visiting yachts from the open sea. I learned how adept Mexican fishermen were when, walking in the direction of the rocky point, I stumbled upon a home-made three-wheeler tricycle that held a can of gas, nets, fishing rods, Evinrude engine, water bottles and spare tire.

I splashed through an ankle-deep stream that had a sign sticking out of the sand: “BEWARE OF CROCS” and watched a green heron and snowy egret admiring their reflections, as Monarch butterflies sipped nectar from fragrant orange flowers. Hundreds of black frigate birds slept in the trees beside the national reserve park. As I climbed to the mirador, lookout point, I spotted a spiny-tailed iguana basking on a rock, and a white-tailed coatimundi (raccoon) hiding in the bushes. Climbing carefully over curious-shaped rocks, I found a Mexican gentleman meditating beside a white cross and wreath of flowers on top of a lava island. Out of respect I left him to his Sunday prayer.

snowy egret in San Patricio MelaqueWhen I returned to our condo later that day, I realized it was the end of what had been a long day for the little Mexican girl, Anna. She had done well, selling all the fruit except for one lone piece, which she had saved especially for me. It was a rewarding experience to sit on the beach with my mango on a stick and judge an “Olympian” display of a pelican’s prowess in the Diving Event. Wings tight, head tucked: “TEN! A PERFECT SCORE!”

That evening we found a lineup at the door of Ava’s Restaurant. Bruce said not only did they make the best burgers in Mexico, but it was a great hangout for Canadians to watch hockey and football on TV. The proprietor, was known as “Handless” Jack because he had been electrocuted in a hydro accident, resulting in the loss of both his arms. He raised funds for “Ayuda a Los Ninos” (Help the Kids) by holding dinner-dance events to pay for medical and educational needs of Costa Alegra’s Mexican children.

On the last morning of our amazing vacation, we walked to the Brahma corral, just to see if Oscar was still serving those special chocolate lattes. It was time to leave, and we vowed we would return to Melaque, one of the best-kept secret beach retreats on the Mexican Pacific.

If You Go:

Online guide to Melaque and Barra de Navidad

Barra de Navidad Tourism Office

Frommer’s Things to Do in Mexico

Lonely Planet Online Mexico Guide

Browse Puerto Vallarta Tours Now Available

San Patricio – Melaque, on the southern area of the Pacific Ocean between Manzanillo and Puerto Vallarta, shares the crescent-shaped Bay (Bahia de la Navidad) with Barra de Navidad. Melaque is 30 minutes north of Manzanillo’s international airport (100 km from downtown Manzanillo) by first class bus or taxi. Buses from Manzanillo frequently run up the coast along Hwy 200. It is an ideal winter vacation destination from November to April when there is little or no rain. (Low season is any time except Christmas and Easter weekends).

There are local 2nd and 3rd class buses that travel between Barra de Navidad and San Patricio – Melaque (20 minutes) every 15 minutes from 6 a.m. to 8:30 p.m.

The Tourism Office for both villages of San Patricio – Melaque and Barra de Navidad is at Jalisco 67, Barra.

Melaque (aka San Patricio) is a 5 km walk down the beach from Barra. Or take a local bus marked “Cihuatlan” (to Barra) from the Melaque bus station in the middle of town, a block from the beach.

The Tianguis (Indiginous People’s Market) is held every Wednesday, downtown Melaque.

 

About the author:
Janey Volden is a writer and avid photo-journalist. She grew up in Kenya, East Africa. Her love of travel, especially into the remote area of Northern Kenya, gave her the inspiration to write a young adult novel, “Gabbra’s Song” She resides with her husband Bruce in Okanagan Falls, British Columbia. She has two sons, Oliver and Casey. She has traveled to Costa Rica, Mexico, Britain, Italy (Tuscany), South Africa, Lesotho and Ethiopia.
www.janeyvolden.com
janeyvolden@shaw.ca

 

Photo Credits:
First San Patricio – Melaque photo by Alejandro Ags / CC BY
All other photos are by Janey Volden.

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Guanajuato, Mexico: Colonial Gem

Guanajuato, Mexico city view

by Rick Neal

As the decrepit bus flies around another corner, I rue my decision to take local transit into Guanajuato from the bus terminal. Is my life worth the few dollars I saved on cab fare? I see nothing that resembles a town as we roar full throttle through a series of tunnels. I hope the driver understood my request to be dropped off near the city center.

We screech to a halt in the middle of yet another tunnel. The driver jerks his thumb toward the door. I grab my backpack and jump off. I feel like I’m in a medieval dungeon, surrounded by high stone arches and damp, vaulted ceilings. Across the road is a stone staircase. I ascend to a panorama that plays like a scene from The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. The narrow street I’m on is clogged with people and traffic in every direction. Honking, belching cars compete with mariachi music that blares from a nearby café. Stately mansions and magnificent churches preside over the chaotic street scene.

entrance to underground tunnel in GuanajuatoGuanajuato is the liveliest of Mexico’s fabled silver cities. Located in the central highlands, four and a half hours north of Mexico City, Guanajuato (pronounced gwah-nah-WHAH-toh) was founded in the mid-1500s after rich silver veins were discovered nearby. The town soon developed into one of the country’s most important mining centers. For two hundred years these mines produced a third of the world’s silver. The residents flaunted their newfound wealth, producing some of Mexico’s most elaborate architecture. Today it is a place of underground tunnels, winding alleys, quaint plazas, and charming old hotels. Elegant theatres, imposing municipal buildings and beautiful churches from the colonial era make Guanajuato a high point of a Mexican holiday.

I stand on Avenida Juarez, one of two main streets. The road runs down a narrow valley encircled by mountains; a montage of candy-coloured buildings sprawls up the valley walls on either side. The map in my guidebook indicates that my hotel is on a side road one block south, but the streets are an indistinguishable maze. After a frustrating search I find the hotel down an alley less than two blocks from my starting point. The Casa Kloster is charming and friendly, with a pretty courtyard shrouded in flowers. By now it’s late afternoon so the popular place is nearly full. With all the single rooms taken, I settle for a dorm, which is clean, comfortable, and at eleven dollars per night, a bargain.

Church of the Basilica, GuanajuatoThe next day I get an early start and set out to explore this captivating town. My first stop is the forbidding Museo Regional Alhondiga de Granaditas, located between Juarez and Pocitos, the town’s other main artery. Built as a granary in the late 18th century, this grand building played a pivotal role during the 1810 War of Independence. After Miguel Hidalgo’s famous call for Independence in the nearby town of Dolores, the Spanish occupying troops barricaded themselves inside the Alhondiga. Although outnumbered by a rebel army of 20,000, it looked as if the Spanish would be able to hold out indefinitely. Then, under orders from Hidalgo, a young miner named El Pipila tied a stone slab to his back as a shield and, from a crouching position, set the wooden gates ablaze amidst a hail of bullets. The Spanish forces were overcome by smoke, allowing Hidalgo’s army to capture the Alhondiga and the town.

However, their victory was short-lived as the Spanish retaliated with a vengeance, murdering local citizens at random. The heads of Hidalgo and other rebels were hung from hooks that can still be seen outside the Alhondiga. The fortress has since been converted into a museum and art gallery showcasing Guanajuato’s archeology and history. Spectacular murals above the staircases by Mexican artist Chavez Morado depict Guanajuato’s history in vivid detail.

narrow alley in GuanajuatoFrom the Alhondiga I enter the jumble of winding streets that ascend the steep hills south of town. Main roads lead into narrow callejones (alleys) that turn into staircases that seem to go nowhere. The narrowest alley is named the Callejon del Beso (Alley of the Kiss). Legend has it that a courting couple whose parents disapproved of their romance could actually kiss from their opposing balconies.

After a grueling hike I reach a hilltop above the town, affording panoramic views of the city below and the surrounding green and tan-coloured hills. Here stands a statue of El Pipila, the hero who set fire to the Alhondiga gates in 1810. The pink-stoned statue shows El Pipila holding his torch high over the city. According to local legends he died in the battle but some versions claim he lived to an old age. At the base of the statue is an inscription: ‘Aun hay otras Alhondigas por incendiar’ “There are still other Alhondigas to burn”.

El Pipila monumentFrom this high vantage point I watch buses and trucks snake in and out of the tunnels. Although Guanajuato’s famous tunnels appear to be ancient, most are less than 100 years old. The oldest was constructed in 1905 along the dried-up Rio Guanajuato riverbed. The river was diverted after it flooded the city. Since then eight others have been built to ease the strain of increased traffic. Above ground streets are one-way and limited to buses and heavy vehicles.

I hike back down to Avenida Juarez and stop at the lovely Jardin de la Union, Guanajuato’s main plaza. Surrounded by hotels, restaurants, and craft stores, it’s the social hub of the city, packed with locals of all ages and social backgrounds, who have come to eat ice cream, have a shoeshine, or listen to a jazz combo performing from the gazebo. The ramparts of the University of Guanajuato dominate the view above the town. The university students give a youthful vibrancy to the cityscape and provide a modern contrast to the colonial setting.

Across the street is the Teatro Juarez, Guanajuato’s grandest theater. Inaugurated by dictator Porfirio Diaz in 1903, it is a splendid example of the excesses of the colonial era. The plush Moorish-inspired interior is superbly crafted in the art-nouveau style; the lobby and bar are made of carved wood inlaid with gold and silver. The exterior is adorned with statues and columns and the outside steps provide a perfect venue for watching the goings-on in the plaza while I enjoy a burrito bought from a street vendor.

mummies in museumMy next destination is the most famous, and strangest, of Guanajuato’s many fine museums. Located on the western edge of town, the Museo de las Momias verifies Mexico’s unique obsession with death. In 1865 bodies were excavated from the local cemetery to make room for more recent arrivals. They discovered not skeletons, but grisly, mummified bodies with hideous facial expressions. The mineral-rich soil and the dry atmosphere had preserved the bodies in this manner. Today over 100 bodies are on display in glass cases, including child mummies dressed up like dolls, pregnant mummies, and a mummified fetus proudly displayed as “the smallest mummy in the world.” The place feels a little too morbid so I leave after only a few minutes.

My mummy encounter has extinguished any desire for more sightseeing so I return to my hotel. After a quick siesta I set out to explore Guanajuato at night.

The Jardin is even livelier than before. A mariachi band has replaced the jazz combo people are dancing to the pulsing rhythm. I dine at the Truco 7, a dimly lit bistro up a narrow side street. The dark wood décor, the background classical music, and the clientele, a mixture of travelers and students, combine to give the place a hip, intimate atmosphere. Best of all is the collection of antique radios on display. My beef burrito and black bean soup are delicious and filling, at CDN$7, including a cerveza, excellent value.

After dinner I taxi to Bar Fly, on the southern edge of town. The dark, trendy bar swarms with more students and gringos, who give the place a bohemian vibe. Pounding music alternates between reggae, ska, and rock. I start out quaffing beer but soon wade into the tequila. After all, this is Mexico. After three hours of dancing and tequila shooters I stagger down the road to my waiting bed reflecting on all I had experienced that day. While all of the tourist attractions I visited today were worth seeing, it is the charm of the town itself that leaves the most lasting impression. My favourite part of the day was getting lost in Guanajuato’s labyrinth of charming side streets and callejones. I can’t wait to get up tomorrow and do it again.

If You Go:

Getting There:

Guanajuato is 30 km. east of the Aeropuerto Internacional del Bajio, which is served by several domestic and international airlines. By bus from Mexico City, 4 ½ hrs. Deluxe coach and first-class buses leave Mexico City’s Terminal Norte approximately every hour.

Tour of Guanajuato from San Miguel de Allende

Performing Arts:

Aside from the Teatro Juarez, Guanajuato has two other theaters close to the Jardin de la Union, The Teatro Principal and the Teatro Cervantes. All three hold concerts and stage plays on a regular basis. Check their posters to see what’s on. The Teatro Principal and the Teatro Cervantes also screen international films.

Every weekend from March to September, the Viva la Magia program offers a range of arts and literary events hosted by Guanajuato’s theaters. The tourist office has a program schedule.

Started by students in the 1950s to commemorate Mexican writer Miguel Cervantes, the Festival Internacional Cervantinos has grown to become one of Latin America’s premier arts extravaganzas. Arts patrons come from around the world to perform music, dance, and theater for two to three weeks beginning the second week of October. Event tickets range in price from $11 to $48 Canadian and, along with accommodations, should be booked well in advance.

About the author:
Rick Neal is a free-lance writer who lives in Vancouver, Canada. He writes short fiction and travel stories. He’s traveled to China, Mexico, Central America, Turkey, and Europe. His dream is to someday write the great Canadian novel. Contact: richardneal91@hotmail.com

Photo credits:
First Guanajuato photo by Salvador Navarro Maldonado from Pixabay
El Pípila Monument: Ralibreros112 / CC BY-SA
All other photos are by Rick Neal

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