You'd think we were in Hobbiton! It was green, the doors were short, the people we fun and the walk we took proved that this was a close second to the birthplace of hobbits.
We were invited to go to 'the forest' with some new friends of ours. I was a little nervous to say the least. We said yes for another weekend adventure up in the mountains but I couldn't help but wonder...Where were they really taking us? Why the Forest? Is something weird going to happen to us? But really, I had hung out with the wife a few times and felt comfortable but the husband is very hippie, bohemian and I didn't quite know what this mountain forest party had in store for us.
We left in the early afternoon and drove up the mountain, similar to last weekend to the sheep farms but more to the South West of our house. We drove through a really nice part of town with nice stores at the base of the mountain. The further up we got the poorer it seemed. Edwardo (the musician and friend that invited us and was driving us) said that a lot of people in this village work for the rich people up the mountain or in the valley, where we live. There were a lot of stray dogs, graffiti and concrete block houses with tarps as roofs. We kept climbing until the trees appeared greener and there were gates to the houses. Finally we rounded to the neighborhood where the Casa Del Arbol is. Which literally means tree house. The first tower we saw was stone with large windows around the top. Then on the left we saw a little tiny door leading up a stone staircase to a garden next to a brown gated driveway. Then next entrance was a large wooden door sculpted by the man who owns the property. Engraved in the wood were two peacocks and a large tree. Above the arched door read: Casa Del Arbol. With a tower hugging each side of the stone wall surrounding the wooden door it stood 15 tall or more. The red clay, pointy roofed towers had windows in the top, similar to Rapunzel and I couldn't help but tell Sally that it was. The third entrance was a black gate with a shorter wider tower at it's side to welcome visitors. There was a pink flowered tree in front of the gate, just beginning to bloom. We pulled through the gate, parked the car and met the people who lived there. We met a young man (son of the land owner) and his beautiful African wife, it was her birthday party. Me and Greta went around and took pictures before the sun got too low in the sky and the girls played on the tree swing in the yard. There were 3 terraces of lawn, the highest was a large yard with prune trees, just blooming a few of their pink flowers peeking out from burgundy buds. The grass was green and the air was warm. Sally felt so much freedom. The yard was surrounded by a tall iron artistic fence with gates entering each separate smaller yard of the 'tree houses'. The second, lower tier of the lawn was an open lawn with tall trees bordering. The lowest was also bordered with tall trees and had some other smaller newer trees. It was refreshing to be in the midst of all that earth and no smog.
We went investigating the land. Doug, Edwardo, Gret, Mildred, Sally and I walked up a stone staircase at the beginning of the driveway just inside the black gate. The short staircase lead to a heavy iron door that creaked as you pulled it open. We walked through and up a wild daisy quilted stone driveway. We passed 3 larger houses each unique from the other. The flowers were in bloom and it really felt like a fairytale. The sun was more direct the higher we walked and it warmed us as we rounded secret paths that opened to new trees and new hobbit homes. There was one that was across a short bridge that had a hidden entrance other than the door and it had a small path leading to the side porch and a small pond that was empty. The carvings on the porch walls were a pair of Chinese dragons facing the door that was nestled in between floor to ceiling windows. Many of the homes had towers, different styles; Russian, Castle-like and fantasy-like. Our walk came to an end as we met a young man walking past his very large/deep empty lake in front of his home. He was a cousin of the party host and helped us find our way through the twisty garden paths. Me and sally found two more tree swings and took a picture on each one. We were hanging back, enjoying the sunlight and the swings. We entered the lawn from the top tier through a small white metal gate and walked down very old rickety wooden steps. Doug and I hugged as we walked across the green grass and just felt happy to be there and as we watched our silly girl put a leaf in the collar of her shirt as she stood on a stump of a tree, closed her eyes and put out her arms to be a tree. haha.
We got back from our walk to see the food was being served. We ate pork ribs and tortillas and lamb stew. It was delicious. But the party really got started at dusk as one by one the men took their djembe drums and started a beat. In African dance it's common that the men play and the women dance. The host's wife danced first and made us all wish we had those African moves! Girl could shake it! A women was handed a scarf and had to dance with it, then pass the scarf to another woman. When it was my turn I brought Sally with me. She hopefully took the eyes off of me. By dark, she was shakin it in the middle of the circle by herself. And when each drum beat song would end she'd say, 'ahhh man! It's over.' She had fun, we had fun and it really blew our minds at this opportunity to see such an amazing place and experience a little of Africa in Mexico.
Click here to see the pictures of the day.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Sheep and Snowmen
Driving south up the mountain we pass many businesses on the main busy road. There are dozens of people with colored balloons in hand to sell. Each person was selling the same colored balloons. The balloons read: Reyes Magos and have a silhouette picture of the three wisemen on their camels. Tomorrow is the day of the magi kings. It's to remember the kings bringing Jesus their gifts. So the children write what gift they'd like on a little card and send up the balloon to heaven. The next morning (*Spoiler alert) the parents buy the gift and write a letter as if they are the kings who secretly brought the gifts in the night. Reaching higher into the gloomy clouds we turned right up the street to look down into the smoggy city that is also today filled with low lying fog. The houses we pass are poor, cinder block houses without paint. There are stray dogs walking along side our slow moving car. There are tarp restaurants selling tacos of different animals. One of them had a rams head stuffed and sitting next to the open fire stove they've created. Graffiti covered walls hugged the road where steep hills cascaded down next to us. One of the tarp stands was selling Labrador puppies. We curved back to the left and passed some small stores of pottery. There are larger plots of land up here and we passed at least three outdoor paint ball courses. How fun! Just further down the road we passed our first field of ovejas (sheep). The mountains continued high above these flat lands. They were misty blue and foggy. Sally is sitting in font of me in the car, donning her sheep embroidered sweater she got from her friend. She is excited to get up to the farm we are visiting. She doesn't care much about the sheep, but the horses. She is remembering the horse that she rode a lot in Maryland at the brook side stables near our. House. His name was Teddy. He was a short, brown pony. He had a T shaved into his hip. She rode him first and always loved him most.
We waited for an escort to come help us find the way and when he came we followed him into a hidden driveway and did a couple of switchbacks until we came to another driveway with a greenish iron gateway. The driveway was like a 90 degree incline. I assumed our SUV would just tip backwards and roll back down. But no, we didn't. The driveway was made from cobblestones, much like the streets of Coyoacan where we live. We arrived at a green lawn on top of a bluff over looking a forest of pine trees with cobblestones bouncing the vehicle up and down as we parked in the yard. There was a cobblestone cabin with smoke rising from the chimney. We entered through a glass entryway with light-green rot iron trimming leading to the aged wooden front door. We entered into a world of antique bookshelves, stoves, trinkets and taxidermy. The fire was blazing in the corner fireplace to the left and we were quickly drawn to it to escape the misty cool air outside. Sally went outside right away to the playground next to the cabin. We diverted her to the stable to see the Horses. Beautiful horses were quietly in their stalls, the sheep however, were anything but quiet. They had their brand new babies wobbling next to them and they weren't about to have onlookers. They baah'd angerly at us as their babies attempted to feed. The mamas wouldn't sit still because we were there. The mothers had black faces, feet and tails and their wool was white. The babies were all black and like I said, wobbly. There were two stalls of sheep and Sally did like them until she saw a picture I took of the mama and it had a reflection of blue eyes. She wrote them off saying they weren't real sheep because sheep have black eyes and that wasn't a real sheep. Ha! The stable was open on both ends. We walked past the animals and came out on the other end to a cobblestone patio overlooking a grassy hill sinking into a sea of pine trees. There was a run down smaller shed on the tree line. The sidewalks were wet from the misty air or a previous rain. After a few minutes a light rain started and we filed indoors to the fire.
Soup was then served to the children as they sat around a rectangle table in the orange room with antique decor on the walls and a wagon wheel for a window. After the kids were fed the adults sat down around a series of tables placed longways taking up the living room, dining room and kitchen. We were served the same soup; red tomato base broth with broken spaghetti noodles. I added cream and chicharon to mine. Chicharon is fried pig skin. When it is fried it puffs up like a chip. You break off what you want and eat it or put it in the soup. It tastes like crunchy, salty ham. Who'd a thunk? Second course was rice with corn, guacamole, cactus and onion salad and Mole. Mole is a brown cocoa based sauce, blended with poblano peppers and almonds. Normally it is placed over a chicken breast or a cut of meat but this one had shredded chicken in it. It is served with tortillas of course and today we also had fresh baked french bread. Near the end of our lunch or rather after 'comida' (food that is served later than lunch is simply called comida or 'food'. It doesn't have a reference) we heard the rain really coming down outside. Veronica told me to come quick, it was hailing. It actually had been for quite some time because the grass and the field had turned white from it all. We took the kids outside after the rain and hail stopped. It had collected on some tents that were set up in the yard and on a tarp that was set out. The children collected it and brought it to me and Sally. We started some tiny snowmen and then some of the other kids made small heads. We used sticks for arms and nose and then someone came out with bottle caps for eyes. You have to make due in the mountains when they aren't used to making snowmen with button eyes and carrots for noses. :) We laughed a lot and I loved getting to see Sally play in the 'snow'. Even if it was just mushy hail.
Our toes and shoes were wet. We cuddled back in around the fire place along with 25 other cold people in the house and laughed as a child blew out his candles on his birthday cake. One of the uncles who'd had too much tequila smashed his face in a he went to take a bite out of the cake. Which is custom around here. After they sing you your birthday song, you blow out your candle and then take a bite from the side of the cake. He did and then when they coaxed him to take another, the uncle behind him just pushed his head and WHAM! right up his nose. The poor birthday boy, 5 years old. lol. We drank hot guava and cinnamon mild and ate cake in the living room of the cabin. The family is also Arabic from Lebanon and they drank Arabic coffee and smoked their cigarettes in front of the fireplace. We left around dusk because it cools down very fast in the night hours. Coming back through the small town we could see down in the valley the lights of Mexico City twinkling. In the night it almost looks magical, the lights rising up the side of the next mountain with the city going on and on for miles. So pretty. How lucky am I, how lucky am I?
Soup was then served to the children as they sat around a rectangle table in the orange room with antique decor on the walls and a wagon wheel for a window. After the kids were fed the adults sat down around a series of tables placed longways taking up the living room, dining room and kitchen. We were served the same soup; red tomato base broth with broken spaghetti noodles. I added cream and chicharon to mine. Chicharon is fried pig skin. When it is fried it puffs up like a chip. You break off what you want and eat it or put it in the soup. It tastes like crunchy, salty ham. Who'd a thunk? Second course was rice with corn, guacamole, cactus and onion salad and Mole. Mole is a brown cocoa based sauce, blended with poblano peppers and almonds. Normally it is placed over a chicken breast or a cut of meat but this one had shredded chicken in it. It is served with tortillas of course and today we also had fresh baked french bread. Near the end of our lunch or rather after 'comida' (food that is served later than lunch is simply called comida or 'food'. It doesn't have a reference) we heard the rain really coming down outside. Veronica told me to come quick, it was hailing. It actually had been for quite some time because the grass and the field had turned white from it all. We took the kids outside after the rain and hail stopped. It had collected on some tents that were set up in the yard and on a tarp that was set out. The children collected it and brought it to me and Sally. We started some tiny snowmen and then some of the other kids made small heads. We used sticks for arms and nose and then someone came out with bottle caps for eyes. You have to make due in the mountains when they aren't used to making snowmen with button eyes and carrots for noses. :) We laughed a lot and I loved getting to see Sally play in the 'snow'. Even if it was just mushy hail.
Our toes and shoes were wet. We cuddled back in around the fire place along with 25 other cold people in the house and laughed as a child blew out his candles on his birthday cake. One of the uncles who'd had too much tequila smashed his face in a he went to take a bite out of the cake. Which is custom around here. After they sing you your birthday song, you blow out your candle and then take a bite from the side of the cake. He did and then when they coaxed him to take another, the uncle behind him just pushed his head and WHAM! right up his nose. The poor birthday boy, 5 years old. lol. We drank hot guava and cinnamon mild and ate cake in the living room of the cabin. The family is also Arabic from Lebanon and they drank Arabic coffee and smoked their cigarettes in front of the fireplace. We left around dusk because it cools down very fast in the night hours. Coming back through the small town we could see down in the valley the lights of Mexico City twinkling. In the night it almost looks magical, the lights rising up the side of the next mountain with the city going on and on for miles. So pretty. How lucky am I, how lucky am I?
Groves of Trees and Smokey Blue Mountains
We arrived to Morelia at night. Morelia is where the family of our friend Rafa (Rafael) lives. They moved out of Torreon a couple of years ago to escape the terrible violence there. Read more about Torreon Violence. They have found a haven in Morelia. Coming through the dark hills, a sea of yellow lights appeared below in the valley with a shining cathedral standing out with 2 tall towers reaching high into the darkness. This was our first impression of a historical beautiful town. The second impression was how this shining city was really a small town kinda place. There was a pickup truck next to us at a stoplight with 2 horses standing in the bed with no tailgate. I wish I had taken a picture. You'll just have to imagine it.
The State where Morelia resides is Michoacán and it's claim to fame is the abundance of Monarch Butterflies. They migrate there every year multiplying the population in this state in Mexico. Just today actually on our way home I saw a flock of 'black birds' only to be corrected that it was thousands of monarchs bending and swaying as if they were the creative school of fish in Finding Nemo. I was shocked at how many there were. Click here to read about the migration.
We were introduced to the family on New Years Eve morning after a good night sleep. Our friend Rafa drove us and his niece Alejandra down the hill to the historic downtown area in the valley. He left to go help prepare the food for the NYE party that night and left us with Ale. The colonial beauty of the architecture made an impression on me and my camera. (Photos on Facebook) Each door and archway was more enchanting than the one before. We got back to the house and had a nap before waking up to go to our New Years Eve party with the family at 8:30pm. Arriving to the Solon we had some guacamole and chips at each table to munch on. Seriously THE best guac I've ever eaten. So yummy! They told us that the avocados were picked from a family farm close by. So fresh, so good. The next day when we finally woke up at noon Veronica (Rafa's wife) told me to put my shoes on. I don't understand everything that they say here but I talked to Doug and he said, "Oh yeah, she probably said that because we're going on a trip now." Haha. It was an hour and a half trip to be exact, to the avocado groves owned by Rafa's dad, also Rafael.
We drove out of the gray cloud cover of Morelia up through hills and valleys, making our way up to 2200km or 7200ft. The sky broke up half way to our destination to a beautiful blue and white sky. We got to a small town with quaint shops bordering the main street. Each building was painted the same, brick red on the bottom and white on the top half; businesses and apartments alike. Each business had it's name written in the same script above the door with the first letter in Red to match the lower half of the building and the other letters in black. A light drizzle came down from the returning gray sky as we made our way through the town, Santa Clara del cobre (Saint Clara of copper). We meant to stop and shop there but it was New Years Day and they were all closed. There was however still some activity in the town. The women strolled along the sidewalks with large shawls around their shoulders to keep warm. We passed through and kept winding up the hill to the groves. Shortly out of town we saw the trees covering the hills. Beautiful contrasting colors of brownish grass and the green trees, red soil against the gray sky. We saw different fenced in groves marking who owned which. We climbed up a red gravel road that eventually brought us to a brown iron fence. The Grandpa got out of the car and unlocked and opened it. We drove though, now with 4 foot high walls of dirt and cactus on both sides of the driveway. We drove up the steep, bumpy, gravel road until we pulled to the side to see the water collection pool where they collect rain water for the trees when the dry season starves the trees of rain. The air was cool and clear. Cleaner than the smog filled Mexico City air. In the distance you could see the lines of trees down the side of the mountain. Further yet the mountains far off appeared in a blue hue unable to make out the curves of the hills, just a solid bluish gray. We hadn't realized that we would be harvesting the black avocados ourselves. They handed us white woven plastic bags to collect the ones that were 'almost ready to fall off the tree'. The ones I picked still had green on them but it was exciting! We walked up the hill down the straight rows of 6 foot trees. Our goal was a large oak at the top of the hill. Sally chose certain trees to climb up. They were so easy to climp. The long branches of long skinny leaves leaned down over the trunk, making a canape. She would walk through the branches into the magical room inside, then climb the few branches and peak her little blond head out of the top! We reached our destination with only 3 aguacates (avocados). We spent some family time, just the three of us sitting at the top of the hill over looking peaks and valleys of trees. I kept reminding Sally to put this in her memory so she could remember this feeling forever. It wasn't until almost back down to the driveway where are cars rested that I realized how very quiet it was there. So quiet. You could almost hear the mist coming down from the clouds. Sally and I laid down and realized the silence together. . . . . What a wonderful day. What an amazing place to experience. Then mountains, the clean air, the silence. When we reached the base of the hill, our chilly fingers tightening we smelled a fire. The Grandma had a small fire started, surrounded by rocks with a flat pizza pan resting atop. She had tortillas warming and taco meat ready to eat. The avocados weren't ready for eating yet, I wished I could have smeared some into a tortilla right there. We ate and then took off at dusk, back down through the hills to the town. Some stores were now open and we walked through a few. We bought some beautiful copper items and headed back to Morelia. So glad we've met this family to take us on adventures.
The State where Morelia resides is Michoacán and it's claim to fame is the abundance of Monarch Butterflies. They migrate there every year multiplying the population in this state in Mexico. Just today actually on our way home I saw a flock of 'black birds' only to be corrected that it was thousands of monarchs bending and swaying as if they were the creative school of fish in Finding Nemo. I was shocked at how many there were. Click here to read about the migration.
We were introduced to the family on New Years Eve morning after a good night sleep. Our friend Rafa drove us and his niece Alejandra down the hill to the historic downtown area in the valley. He left to go help prepare the food for the NYE party that night and left us with Ale. The colonial beauty of the architecture made an impression on me and my camera. (Photos on Facebook) Each door and archway was more enchanting than the one before. We got back to the house and had a nap before waking up to go to our New Years Eve party with the family at 8:30pm. Arriving to the Solon we had some guacamole and chips at each table to munch on. Seriously THE best guac I've ever eaten. So yummy! They told us that the avocados were picked from a family farm close by. So fresh, so good. The next day when we finally woke up at noon Veronica (Rafa's wife) told me to put my shoes on. I don't understand everything that they say here but I talked to Doug and he said, "Oh yeah, she probably said that because we're going on a trip now." Haha. It was an hour and a half trip to be exact, to the avocado groves owned by Rafa's dad, also Rafael.
We drove out of the gray cloud cover of Morelia up through hills and valleys, making our way up to 2200km or 7200ft. The sky broke up half way to our destination to a beautiful blue and white sky. We got to a small town with quaint shops bordering the main street. Each building was painted the same, brick red on the bottom and white on the top half; businesses and apartments alike. Each business had it's name written in the same script above the door with the first letter in Red to match the lower half of the building and the other letters in black. A light drizzle came down from the returning gray sky as we made our way through the town, Santa Clara del cobre (Saint Clara of copper). We meant to stop and shop there but it was New Years Day and they were all closed. There was however still some activity in the town. The women strolled along the sidewalks with large shawls around their shoulders to keep warm. We passed through and kept winding up the hill to the groves. Shortly out of town we saw the trees covering the hills. Beautiful contrasting colors of brownish grass and the green trees, red soil against the gray sky. We saw different fenced in groves marking who owned which. We climbed up a red gravel road that eventually brought us to a brown iron fence. The Grandpa got out of the car and unlocked and opened it. We drove though, now with 4 foot high walls of dirt and cactus on both sides of the driveway. We drove up the steep, bumpy, gravel road until we pulled to the side to see the water collection pool where they collect rain water for the trees when the dry season starves the trees of rain. The air was cool and clear. Cleaner than the smog filled Mexico City air. In the distance you could see the lines of trees down the side of the mountain. Further yet the mountains far off appeared in a blue hue unable to make out the curves of the hills, just a solid bluish gray. We hadn't realized that we would be harvesting the black avocados ourselves. They handed us white woven plastic bags to collect the ones that were 'almost ready to fall off the tree'. The ones I picked still had green on them but it was exciting! We walked up the hill down the straight rows of 6 foot trees. Our goal was a large oak at the top of the hill. Sally chose certain trees to climb up. They were so easy to climp. The long branches of long skinny leaves leaned down over the trunk, making a canape. She would walk through the branches into the magical room inside, then climb the few branches and peak her little blond head out of the top! We reached our destination with only 3 aguacates (avocados). We spent some family time, just the three of us sitting at the top of the hill over looking peaks and valleys of trees. I kept reminding Sally to put this in her memory so she could remember this feeling forever. It wasn't until almost back down to the driveway where are cars rested that I realized how very quiet it was there. So quiet. You could almost hear the mist coming down from the clouds. Sally and I laid down and realized the silence together. . . . . What a wonderful day. What an amazing place to experience. Then mountains, the clean air, the silence. When we reached the base of the hill, our chilly fingers tightening we smelled a fire. The Grandma had a small fire started, surrounded by rocks with a flat pizza pan resting atop. She had tortillas warming and taco meat ready to eat. The avocados weren't ready for eating yet, I wished I could have smeared some into a tortilla right there. We ate and then took off at dusk, back down through the hills to the town. Some stores were now open and we walked through a few. We bought some beautiful copper items and headed back to Morelia. So glad we've met this family to take us on adventures.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Holidays Mexican Style
Holidays are full of fun, family and food. Since we are in Mexico we are experiencing the fun, family and a whole new world of food. In the US the words that come to mind for food on the holidays for me are as follows.
Thanksgiving- Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and pie.
Thanksgiving-We were lucky enough to get to have Doug's parents here for the Thanksgiving holiday. We spent 2 days here in Mexico City and then went on an AeroMexico plane to Los Cabos. We spent 5 days in the beautiful sun (as it only rains an average of 4 days a year in Los Cabos) and in the water. We had a few pools at the all inclusive resort and we swam in all of them. The ocean on the East coast of the baja peninsula is 'swimmable' so they say. It has a rough rip current that is dangerous. The Pacific side on the West coast is deadly and there are warning signs to never swim. We attempted to swim in the roped off area for swimming and the current got the best of me and Doug, at the same time. We weren't watching a a wave sucked us right in from the beach. It pulled us under and spun us as if we were in a washing machine and filled our swimming apparel with sand. I was under there for what felt like minutes and when I had no breath left I reached the surface and could touch the bottom. I was sitting on the steep incline of a beach and looked up at my exhausted husband. His eyes were open wide and he was shaking his head. We were both completely confused at what just happened. My in-laws didn't even know we were in distress. That's how fast it happened. The rest of the time the ocean scared me. I respected it and kept my distance. We got tickets for a dinner cruise for Thanksgiving night. We had a huge buffet at the hotel that was serving Turkey and Mashed potatoes but we were excited about what the cruise had in store for us. When we arrived to the marina and waited in line to board the 2 floored boat. The crew came out in hip hop style dancing to their favorite song, then the captain came out and waved. We boarded and they handed us a drink from the choice of 3 colorful concoctions. We set sail and at sunset they served us tacos with chicken or beef steak, guacamole, salsa, cooked veggies and chips. It wasn't Turkey and potatoes but it was yummy.
Christmas we had my mom and dad here in Mexico City. We took a 2 hour bus to Puebla on Christmas Eve morning. We got to Puebla around lunch time then rode with our friend Luis and his dad in their car to Tehuacan after eating in a gorgeous courtyard of a yellow building with ornate white decals and trim. The sky was blue and made for nice pictures. We drove 2 more hours to Tehuacan for Christmas Eve dinner. We stayed in a beautiful old hotel that was decorated with Christmas lights and poinsettias. The warmth of the sun bathed the courtyard that both our rooms overlooked. At 7:30 Luis came to pick us up for dinner. We arrived at the house of his parents and the evening was warm and sunny. There was a rotating Christmas tree in the corner of the decorated dining room. All set for dinner. Our presents were placed under the tree with the others. We laughed and talked until almost 10 when we finally sat down for our dinner. The first course was a creamy white soup served with a white bread. I took the first spoonful and THEN decided to ask what was in the soup. Of course, hazelnut, of which I am allergic. They only make this special soup on Christmas of all holidays. So I started to freak out and missed the next course as I was carted off to find one of the only open pharmacies to buy some benadryl 'just in case'. When we got back dinner continued as planned. We had a buffet of meats and sides. Ham, Chicken, pork, fish. Delicious sweet potatoe-ish dish. Salad with a lime vinaigrette and then caramel jello and homemade ice cream for dessert. It was great, but after the hazelnut scare I just wasn't hungry and couldn't eat any of it. The next day (Christmas day) we ate left overs plus some new dishes for late lunch with more of the family there. It was again buffet style. For their family, and maybe other Mexicans, it is normal to have a big dinner on Christmas eve and then a buffet on Christmas day. They open gifts at midnight on Christmas eve, but since we were accustomed to opening on the eve or the next day they had us open our gifts before we ate. Our family in the US does the big dinner on Christmas Day. No pie or Christmas cookies, but still what an experience.
New Years Eve we were invited to another state bordering D.F. (Mexico City) called Michoacán. We rode an executive bus on a 4 hour trip to Morelia, a town where our friends' family live. We toured the historic downtown and I took a lot of pictures. (on facebook). Then on New Years Eve we went to a party at a salon. A salon is an empty house or party room that you can rent for parties. We enjoyed fresh guacamole from the avacado tree farm that our friend's dad owns. Best guac ever! Then we had a buffet at 10ish. There was beef. I mean like an entire cow. Tongue and all. BLUCK!! I did try it. did I like it? Not so much. The other dishes were candied ham with pineapple, Hot dog soup with white beans and bacon, Grilled veggies, seasoned noodles and shredded pork. All served with a hot side of corn tortillas. For desserts we had jello with fruit in it and Carmel pecan cheesecake! The cheesecake was to die for! As midnight came some of the neighbors in the town set of weak looking colorful fireworks, it entertained us though. We donned shiny hats with 2013 on them and some genius of a person gave noisemakers to the children. Oh joy! We took a bazillion family pictures and kissed just as many people at the stroke of midnight. I video taped all the kissing. I know so many Americans that would have been so uncomfortable at that moment. lol. We sat down around 1:00am to watch 2 of the cousins do a Magic Show. It was SO funny. I'm sure that it was funny because of how late it was, but nonetheless it was entertaining. We got home around 2:40 only because we hitched a ride with the couple who have a 5 month old and wanted to get to bet. The other 40 people stayed a lot longer, some until 5am. Yikes. We slept until noon the next day and had a yummy taco brunch with some of the leftovers from the night before. Then after lunch we took a mini trip up to the aguacate orchard... Stay tuned to hear what an aguacate is.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL
FROM THE KEILLORS IN
MEXICO
Thanksgiving- Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and pie.
Christmas- Ham or Turkey with sweet potatoes and green bean casserole and pie.
New Years Eve- Little Smokey's and left over Christmas cookies.
Allow me spell out for you our fun experiences here in Mexico over the holidays.
Thanksgiving-We were lucky enough to get to have Doug's parents here for the Thanksgiving holiday. We spent 2 days here in Mexico City and then went on an AeroMexico plane to Los Cabos. We spent 5 days in the beautiful sun (as it only rains an average of 4 days a year in Los Cabos) and in the water. We had a few pools at the all inclusive resort and we swam in all of them. The ocean on the East coast of the baja peninsula is 'swimmable' so they say. It has a rough rip current that is dangerous. The Pacific side on the West coast is deadly and there are warning signs to never swim. We attempted to swim in the roped off area for swimming and the current got the best of me and Doug, at the same time. We weren't watching a a wave sucked us right in from the beach. It pulled us under and spun us as if we were in a washing machine and filled our swimming apparel with sand. I was under there for what felt like minutes and when I had no breath left I reached the surface and could touch the bottom. I was sitting on the steep incline of a beach and looked up at my exhausted husband. His eyes were open wide and he was shaking his head. We were both completely confused at what just happened. My in-laws didn't even know we were in distress. That's how fast it happened. The rest of the time the ocean scared me. I respected it and kept my distance. We got tickets for a dinner cruise for Thanksgiving night. We had a huge buffet at the hotel that was serving Turkey and Mashed potatoes but we were excited about what the cruise had in store for us. When we arrived to the marina and waited in line to board the 2 floored boat. The crew came out in hip hop style dancing to their favorite song, then the captain came out and waved. We boarded and they handed us a drink from the choice of 3 colorful concoctions. We set sail and at sunset they served us tacos with chicken or beef steak, guacamole, salsa, cooked veggies and chips. It wasn't Turkey and potatoes but it was yummy.
Christmas we had my mom and dad here in Mexico City. We took a 2 hour bus to Puebla on Christmas Eve morning. We got to Puebla around lunch time then rode with our friend Luis and his dad in their car to Tehuacan after eating in a gorgeous courtyard of a yellow building with ornate white decals and trim. The sky was blue and made for nice pictures. We drove 2 more hours to Tehuacan for Christmas Eve dinner. We stayed in a beautiful old hotel that was decorated with Christmas lights and poinsettias. The warmth of the sun bathed the courtyard that both our rooms overlooked. At 7:30 Luis came to pick us up for dinner. We arrived at the house of his parents and the evening was warm and sunny. There was a rotating Christmas tree in the corner of the decorated dining room. All set for dinner. Our presents were placed under the tree with the others. We laughed and talked until almost 10 when we finally sat down for our dinner. The first course was a creamy white soup served with a white bread. I took the first spoonful and THEN decided to ask what was in the soup. Of course, hazelnut, of which I am allergic. They only make this special soup on Christmas of all holidays. So I started to freak out and missed the next course as I was carted off to find one of the only open pharmacies to buy some benadryl 'just in case'. When we got back dinner continued as planned. We had a buffet of meats and sides. Ham, Chicken, pork, fish. Delicious sweet potatoe-ish dish. Salad with a lime vinaigrette and then caramel jello and homemade ice cream for dessert. It was great, but after the hazelnut scare I just wasn't hungry and couldn't eat any of it. The next day (Christmas day) we ate left overs plus some new dishes for late lunch with more of the family there. It was again buffet style. For their family, and maybe other Mexicans, it is normal to have a big dinner on Christmas eve and then a buffet on Christmas day. They open gifts at midnight on Christmas eve, but since we were accustomed to opening on the eve or the next day they had us open our gifts before we ate. Our family in the US does the big dinner on Christmas Day. No pie or Christmas cookies, but still what an experience.
New Years Eve we were invited to another state bordering D.F. (Mexico City) called Michoacán. We rode an executive bus on a 4 hour trip to Morelia, a town where our friends' family live. We toured the historic downtown and I took a lot of pictures. (on facebook). Then on New Years Eve we went to a party at a salon. A salon is an empty house or party room that you can rent for parties. We enjoyed fresh guacamole from the avacado tree farm that our friend's dad owns. Best guac ever! Then we had a buffet at 10ish. There was beef. I mean like an entire cow. Tongue and all. BLUCK!! I did try it. did I like it? Not so much. The other dishes were candied ham with pineapple, Hot dog soup with white beans and bacon, Grilled veggies, seasoned noodles and shredded pork. All served with a hot side of corn tortillas. For desserts we had jello with fruit in it and Carmel pecan cheesecake! The cheesecake was to die for! As midnight came some of the neighbors in the town set of weak looking colorful fireworks, it entertained us though. We donned shiny hats with 2013 on them and some genius of a person gave noisemakers to the children. Oh joy! We took a bazillion family pictures and kissed just as many people at the stroke of midnight. I video taped all the kissing. I know so many Americans that would have been so uncomfortable at that moment. lol. We sat down around 1:00am to watch 2 of the cousins do a Magic Show. It was SO funny. I'm sure that it was funny because of how late it was, but nonetheless it was entertaining. We got home around 2:40 only because we hitched a ride with the couple who have a 5 month old and wanted to get to bet. The other 40 people stayed a lot longer, some until 5am. Yikes. We slept until noon the next day and had a yummy taco brunch with some of the leftovers from the night before. Then after lunch we took a mini trip up to the aguacate orchard... Stay tuned to hear what an aguacate is.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL
FROM THE KEILLORS IN
MEXICO
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Bolivia vs. Mexico: A Visual Comparison
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| Copacabana, Lake Titicaca Bolivia vs. Mexico City. They both have amazing history and character. I have so many steeple pictures it's hard to chose. But these two have the same sky! |
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| Young girls in both countries doing dances of their history with bright colored beautiful dresses. |
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| It's strange how similar these two entryways are. The top photo is my personal favorite. |
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| Doors! Oh the beautiful doors! The one on the right is my chosen winner. But both countries have such unique styles. |
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| Women use whatever skills they have to make money. A lot of the time it means making hats or sweaters to sell. |
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| Morning flowers bright and fare, make me stop from rising the stair. Make me focus my camera and sigh a breath, for the beauty in these flowers goes beyond trouble or wealth. It's worth it to stop for a shot like this, to search for the small and intricate bliss. |
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| Outdoor markets with red tarps. The markets are fun and it's private business so I really like supporting them. Sometimes you get a deal, mostly on fresh fruits and veggies. |
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| Mount Ilimani in Lapaz vs. Smoggy McSmoggerson in Mexico City. Smog ruins everything. Only white top mountain and there's smog messin up my shot. Bolivia definately wins this one! I have a special place in my heart for that mountain that I woke up to every morning out my window in Lapaz. |
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| Dangerous and ghetto fair rides. See previous blog post. |
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| Beautiful historic buildings. Government building in Lapaz vs. Palace Museum of the Arts building in Centro Historico Mexico City. Mexico wins this one for me. |
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| My girl playing in front of beautiful churches with all of their character and charm. Lucky girl she is. |
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| Temples. OLD temples. Bolivia's Tiahuanaco pre-Incan ruins vs. Teotihuacan http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teotihuacan |
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| Wall art expressing their love for their country and the struggles from their history. |
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| Volkswagen beatles. They sure do take nice pictures don't they? |
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Casa Hogar: A Place For Girls
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| Here I tried to have them sit for a picture. This was my first day. |
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| This was last week. With my regular 3. They laugh so hard at me! :) |
I would ask for prayer as all of my littles have severe colds
or infections and they are still struggling with nits/lice.
They seem to have new infections each week and even though
they are happy and fun while I'm there they are so sick.
I think this is why I keep getting sick.
So please pray that they can get better.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Senses of Coyoacan
The Five Senses of Our Village
Touch
Metro and bus handles are the worst! We touch them every day. if you read my previous post about the metro system then you know sometimes you hold on really tight. You don't often see anything dirty or feel a foreign stickiness but the germs you can't see are the grossest ones right!? We have been sick on and off for the last three weeks but I think it's more from the hogar that I visit. The little people there are full of snot and coughs. As I write this MY little person is coughing up a lung. We are feeling that the colds have left me and Doug, but it's holding onto poor Sally.
Our feet feel quite a bit as we walk. We walk everywhere. They feel the unevenness of the sidewalks as we climb over the giant tree roots that have lifted the sidewalk concrete right off of their foundations and left a sea of sharp ups and downs in our path. We hop over animal droppings and instruct sally to watch out! Some harder things to pass; we step around sleeping homeless people or walk past the poor who beg for money as they hold their tiny dirty children.
We cross traffic as if we are having a psychopathic manic moment, "stop, go, walk, RUN here comes a taxi!" they have little care for pedestrians. We feel the cheeks of the people we are introduced to as we air kiss their right side. I get to hug the 2 year old girls that I teach English phrases to at the hogar that I visit three times a week. They are in the in-between baby chubs and skinny toddler stage so they are beautifully squishable. They also often wear layered clothing as the breeze is chilly and the sun is hot, and like I said before they are still all sick (and have been, now that I think about it, since I started to volunteer in the first week in October) so they dress a little heavier. I have been trying to teach hand hygiene to them so they get better. Speaking of a germ fest the hogar is so dirty! I've asked if I could scrub the counters or toilets but they say "no, we have someone who does that." As I think to myself, what do they actually clean? Ok, now that you're thinking about germs...lets talk about taste. Sorry.
Taste
One of our guilty pleasures here are mini gorditas that are sold under an orange tarp on the side of the busy street near us. They are stuffed with a crumbly cheese, cilantro, green or red salsa, onions and the ingredient of your choice between black bean, potatoes or chicharone. Chicharone is shredded pork, salty and full of flavor. We usually get the pork. The cost $6 pesos each. We stand in front of their little portable fry kitchen and watch them roll the dough by taking a small amount from a bucket and flattening into a two inch pancake and they throw it into the oil. Once it's fried they cut it open from the top to make a pocket and fill it to your liking. Typing that sentence took longer than it takes them to stuff it. They are so so fast. They have salsa you can put on top or an onion mixture too. It's such a nice little snack, or if we stayed long enough we could keep eating and make a meal out of it. Once they see your plate is empty they ask you, "what else?". They also serve bottled drinks with a straw. I don't like to use the straw because it looks like they reuse them after washing them. Blukkk.
There is a taste that I will never understand or get accustomed to...hotdogs. These people love salchichas (hotdogs). At the deli section instead of an array of cheeses or cold salads they have 50 different brands of pale pink floppy hotdogs. It's so disgusting. We have however, bought Johnson's all beef hotdogs, which are a nice taste of home.
There are a lot of kiosks ranging from fried pig skins to sweet churros (a doughnut tasting tube that they fill with different flavors ie: Nutella, jelly, or sweet cream). One of the more interesting carts is the fresh fruit ones, but it's not just yummy fruit, oh no, they will saturate your big clear cup of sweetness with chili powder. Chili powder. Or hot sauce and lime. Strange. We did try the jicama with sugar and chili yesterday in Puebla but it was too weird for metro get it. We just bought the mixed fruit. Delicious by the way. Cantaloupe, papaya, watermelon and pineapple. So sweet.
We have an abundance of tortillas in Mexico. We choose to buy ours from the grocery store and the flour ones taste so much better than the healthy corn counterpart. And the corn fall apart so you have to use more for your taco. They do make yummy chips though. Which takes us to sound.
Sound
We live on a one way street and if we walk up the street we pass a small tortilla maker that squeaks so loud. I'm not sure if it's a business scheme in addition to their very small sign or if they just can't afford some WD40. Lol. She puts the corn tortillas in a ball on the turning belt and the squeaker machine flattens the dough and lightly cooks it. We didn't particularly like her recipe but we did buy half a kilo once, for like .50 cents. Cheapola.
Just two houses down on the corner there is the unmistaken sound of roosters. Very verbal roosters. They never got the memo about cock-a-doodle-doing at sunrise. These guys are like chihuahuas that freak out every time they hear someone walk by. Problem is they are on a very busy foot traffic road. So they make noise a lot.
A few times a week we also have the pleasure of listening to two very loud recordings as they pass through our neighborhood. One is a tamale guy who rides his bike around with a huge metal pot on a trailer. He sets his handheld cd player on repeat attached to a megaphone. It is so annoying and monotone, yet recognizable for his repeat customers I suppose. "Rico tamales! Calientito tamales!" (Delicious tamales, warm tamales!) Most of the time he rides down our street at 10:00pm and we just can't muster up the courage to try or we are just not hungry. The other recording is a young girl's voice, also set on repeat and played from a megaphone strapped to the top of a rusty old Chevy truck. I can't repeat the recording because I absolutely cannot understand the recording. But it is loud! They are apparently asking to buy your old mattresses, radios, tvs or other appliances.
Another sound is our door bell, or buzzer. We have a small white button, like most houses in our city, that visitors can buzz for us to come open the door. The water company uses it and when Doug doesn't have keys he buzzes it. It is not a nice sound when I'm still sound asleep at noon. What?! I don't have a job, can't a girl just rest whilst living in Mexico? Ahhh. What a life I have.
Smell
The roosters also give off an aroma of a small chicken farm. Sometimes I think they butcher them right in their driveway and let them poop all over their courtyard from the way their home smells. I'm happy we don't live next door. . We close our doors and windows at night for safety and sometimes when we open the door to take Sally to school in the mornings we have a whiff of a Cow pasture. I have to investigate this more. I don't know why it's like this. Maybe it corresponds with garbage days or something. Oh, now garbage trucks and garbagemen that is a sight.
On a more pleasant note, as you can imagine living in Mexico with all of the tacos and the cilantro and salsas it smells amazing as you stroll down the street. The aroma of fresh baked bread and doughnuts in the morning overflowing out of the many bakeries. When we walk to town or to get sally from school we pass a tortas (a warm sandwich) restaurant. They cook near the the front door behind a large window so as we walk by we not only smell the grilled vegetables and meats fills the air but we can see the juiciness of the cheese covered, avocado filled sandwiches. Yum, now I want to walk down and get one.
Sight
When you walk the streets of Coyoacan you can see a guy pushing a barrel on wheels and it is full of garbage. At first I thought he was homeless but I've now seen many of these guys around. This guy near our house in particular collects the small plastic bags from outside of the houses one by one. If they look promising he opens them and sorts them according to plastic, glass, true 'garbage', or keep-able items. There are many large black garbage bags hanging from the barrel on wheels and this is where the items are sorted and thrown. Then after it's full he has to PUSH this heavy barrel of trash to the respectable trash dump sights. It is a messy and heavy job. There are real garbage trucks that stop by once a week and there are guys hanging off of the back or sitting in the back of the truck. They are dirty and wet. They hoot and holler at women as they drive or walk by. When they are collecting the trash they also sift through the trash and will collect things like recyclables or stuffed animals in one case. The whole front of this one truck had a sea of stuffed toys attached to the top, similar to the truck in Toy Story 3 only it's on top and not the grill. Lol. We pay $10 pesos for each trash pick up whether it's the independent guys or the city truck. So maybe all that pushing is worth it for those who collect alone because they get to keep most of the payment for themselves.
Another thing that I've loved to see are small business everywhere. Houses and entry ways are transformed into beauty salons, jello stores, bird house sales, convenient stores, public restrooms, restaurants, dry cleaners, croche shops etc. the list is endless. They really take pride in their work and their location. They keep their stations clean, their entry ways pleasing and their food stations spick and span. I love seeing them work so hard for small businesses. Like the ladies who came up to us selling sparkly gemmed hair clips yesterday in Puebla. Their basket of shiny beautiful clips was their job. They, unlike some vendors, weren't going to sit in a stationary store and wait for the customers to come to them, they were going to interrupt our cookies and iced tea at the park side cafe to see if it would be something we'd buy. Which we did. A little pink peacock clip for Sally. I don't mind the interruptions if it's something pretty. There is only so many times you can say a polite 'no' to the painted wooden fruit picks or the lady with the fried lime flavored grasshoppers or the little toys or pens or gum. Oh my goodness, everyone tries to sell you gum. Lol.
As you've probably seen is the aray of colors that the city is. The houses and the flower pots and the restaurants all have a way of expressing themselves through color. Bright blues and pinks, colors that Americans would cringe at, I remember we tried to paint the base of our house in Cambrige this electric blue and when we got it on the house it was like WHOA! But our honest neighbor politely said, 'you aren't going to keep that color are you?'. Haha. Aparently it was even brighter from across the street. But here, it is completely exceptable to paint your house three electric colors or just one and have beautiful bright colored flowers climbing up your wall to accent your home. I love it. It's one of the things that I love to photograph.
We live in a colorful, lively city. There are always surprises and plenty of reasons to be happy with the life I have. And occasionally I am blessed with extra money to give to these sweet people on the side of the cracked sidewalk with their sleeping babies laying in their laps. We will never be short of stories or experiences here.
Touch
Metro and bus handles are the worst! We touch them every day. if you read my previous post about the metro system then you know sometimes you hold on really tight. You don't often see anything dirty or feel a foreign stickiness but the germs you can't see are the grossest ones right!? We have been sick on and off for the last three weeks but I think it's more from the hogar that I visit. The little people there are full of snot and coughs. As I write this MY little person is coughing up a lung. We are feeling that the colds have left me and Doug, but it's holding onto poor Sally.
Our feet feel quite a bit as we walk. We walk everywhere. They feel the unevenness of the sidewalks as we climb over the giant tree roots that have lifted the sidewalk concrete right off of their foundations and left a sea of sharp ups and downs in our path. We hop over animal droppings and instruct sally to watch out! Some harder things to pass; we step around sleeping homeless people or walk past the poor who beg for money as they hold their tiny dirty children.
We cross traffic as if we are having a psychopathic manic moment, "stop, go, walk, RUN here comes a taxi!" they have little care for pedestrians. We feel the cheeks of the people we are introduced to as we air kiss their right side. I get to hug the 2 year old girls that I teach English phrases to at the hogar that I visit three times a week. They are in the in-between baby chubs and skinny toddler stage so they are beautifully squishable. They also often wear layered clothing as the breeze is chilly and the sun is hot, and like I said before they are still all sick (and have been, now that I think about it, since I started to volunteer in the first week in October) so they dress a little heavier. I have been trying to teach hand hygiene to them so they get better. Speaking of a germ fest the hogar is so dirty! I've asked if I could scrub the counters or toilets but they say "no, we have someone who does that." As I think to myself, what do they actually clean? Ok, now that you're thinking about germs...lets talk about taste. Sorry.
Taste
One of our guilty pleasures here are mini gorditas that are sold under an orange tarp on the side of the busy street near us. They are stuffed with a crumbly cheese, cilantro, green or red salsa, onions and the ingredient of your choice between black bean, potatoes or chicharone. Chicharone is shredded pork, salty and full of flavor. We usually get the pork. The cost $6 pesos each. We stand in front of their little portable fry kitchen and watch them roll the dough by taking a small amount from a bucket and flattening into a two inch pancake and they throw it into the oil. Once it's fried they cut it open from the top to make a pocket and fill it to your liking. Typing that sentence took longer than it takes them to stuff it. They are so so fast. They have salsa you can put on top or an onion mixture too. It's such a nice little snack, or if we stayed long enough we could keep eating and make a meal out of it. Once they see your plate is empty they ask you, "what else?". They also serve bottled drinks with a straw. I don't like to use the straw because it looks like they reuse them after washing them. Blukkk.
There is a taste that I will never understand or get accustomed to...hotdogs. These people love salchichas (hotdogs). At the deli section instead of an array of cheeses or cold salads they have 50 different brands of pale pink floppy hotdogs. It's so disgusting. We have however, bought Johnson's all beef hotdogs, which are a nice taste of home.
There are a lot of kiosks ranging from fried pig skins to sweet churros (a doughnut tasting tube that they fill with different flavors ie: Nutella, jelly, or sweet cream). One of the more interesting carts is the fresh fruit ones, but it's not just yummy fruit, oh no, they will saturate your big clear cup of sweetness with chili powder. Chili powder. Or hot sauce and lime. Strange. We did try the jicama with sugar and chili yesterday in Puebla but it was too weird for metro get it. We just bought the mixed fruit. Delicious by the way. Cantaloupe, papaya, watermelon and pineapple. So sweet.
We have an abundance of tortillas in Mexico. We choose to buy ours from the grocery store and the flour ones taste so much better than the healthy corn counterpart. And the corn fall apart so you have to use more for your taco. They do make yummy chips though. Which takes us to sound.
Sound
We live on a one way street and if we walk up the street we pass a small tortilla maker that squeaks so loud. I'm not sure if it's a business scheme in addition to their very small sign or if they just can't afford some WD40. Lol. She puts the corn tortillas in a ball on the turning belt and the squeaker machine flattens the dough and lightly cooks it. We didn't particularly like her recipe but we did buy half a kilo once, for like .50 cents. Cheapola.
Just two houses down on the corner there is the unmistaken sound of roosters. Very verbal roosters. They never got the memo about cock-a-doodle-doing at sunrise. These guys are like chihuahuas that freak out every time they hear someone walk by. Problem is they are on a very busy foot traffic road. So they make noise a lot.
A few times a week we also have the pleasure of listening to two very loud recordings as they pass through our neighborhood. One is a tamale guy who rides his bike around with a huge metal pot on a trailer. He sets his handheld cd player on repeat attached to a megaphone. It is so annoying and monotone, yet recognizable for his repeat customers I suppose. "Rico tamales! Calientito tamales!" (Delicious tamales, warm tamales!) Most of the time he rides down our street at 10:00pm and we just can't muster up the courage to try or we are just not hungry. The other recording is a young girl's voice, also set on repeat and played from a megaphone strapped to the top of a rusty old Chevy truck. I can't repeat the recording because I absolutely cannot understand the recording. But it is loud! They are apparently asking to buy your old mattresses, radios, tvs or other appliances.
Another sound is our door bell, or buzzer. We have a small white button, like most houses in our city, that visitors can buzz for us to come open the door. The water company uses it and when Doug doesn't have keys he buzzes it. It is not a nice sound when I'm still sound asleep at noon. What?! I don't have a job, can't a girl just rest whilst living in Mexico? Ahhh. What a life I have.
Smell
The roosters also give off an aroma of a small chicken farm. Sometimes I think they butcher them right in their driveway and let them poop all over their courtyard from the way their home smells. I'm happy we don't live next door. . We close our doors and windows at night for safety and sometimes when we open the door to take Sally to school in the mornings we have a whiff of a Cow pasture. I have to investigate this more. I don't know why it's like this. Maybe it corresponds with garbage days or something. Oh, now garbage trucks and garbagemen that is a sight.
On a more pleasant note, as you can imagine living in Mexico with all of the tacos and the cilantro and salsas it smells amazing as you stroll down the street. The aroma of fresh baked bread and doughnuts in the morning overflowing out of the many bakeries. When we walk to town or to get sally from school we pass a tortas (a warm sandwich) restaurant. They cook near the the front door behind a large window so as we walk by we not only smell the grilled vegetables and meats fills the air but we can see the juiciness of the cheese covered, avocado filled sandwiches. Yum, now I want to walk down and get one.
Sight
When you walk the streets of Coyoacan you can see a guy pushing a barrel on wheels and it is full of garbage. At first I thought he was homeless but I've now seen many of these guys around. This guy near our house in particular collects the small plastic bags from outside of the houses one by one. If they look promising he opens them and sorts them according to plastic, glass, true 'garbage', or keep-able items. There are many large black garbage bags hanging from the barrel on wheels and this is where the items are sorted and thrown. Then after it's full he has to PUSH this heavy barrel of trash to the respectable trash dump sights. It is a messy and heavy job. There are real garbage trucks that stop by once a week and there are guys hanging off of the back or sitting in the back of the truck. They are dirty and wet. They hoot and holler at women as they drive or walk by. When they are collecting the trash they also sift through the trash and will collect things like recyclables or stuffed animals in one case. The whole front of this one truck had a sea of stuffed toys attached to the top, similar to the truck in Toy Story 3 only it's on top and not the grill. Lol. We pay $10 pesos for each trash pick up whether it's the independent guys or the city truck. So maybe all that pushing is worth it for those who collect alone because they get to keep most of the payment for themselves.
Another thing that I've loved to see are small business everywhere. Houses and entry ways are transformed into beauty salons, jello stores, bird house sales, convenient stores, public restrooms, restaurants, dry cleaners, croche shops etc. the list is endless. They really take pride in their work and their location. They keep their stations clean, their entry ways pleasing and their food stations spick and span. I love seeing them work so hard for small businesses. Like the ladies who came up to us selling sparkly gemmed hair clips yesterday in Puebla. Their basket of shiny beautiful clips was their job. They, unlike some vendors, weren't going to sit in a stationary store and wait for the customers to come to them, they were going to interrupt our cookies and iced tea at the park side cafe to see if it would be something we'd buy. Which we did. A little pink peacock clip for Sally. I don't mind the interruptions if it's something pretty. There is only so many times you can say a polite 'no' to the painted wooden fruit picks or the lady with the fried lime flavored grasshoppers or the little toys or pens or gum. Oh my goodness, everyone tries to sell you gum. Lol.
As you've probably seen is the aray of colors that the city is. The houses and the flower pots and the restaurants all have a way of expressing themselves through color. Bright blues and pinks, colors that Americans would cringe at, I remember we tried to paint the base of our house in Cambrige this electric blue and when we got it on the house it was like WHOA! But our honest neighbor politely said, 'you aren't going to keep that color are you?'. Haha. Aparently it was even brighter from across the street. But here, it is completely exceptable to paint your house three electric colors or just one and have beautiful bright colored flowers climbing up your wall to accent your home. I love it. It's one of the things that I love to photograph.
We live in a colorful, lively city. There are always surprises and plenty of reasons to be happy with the life I have. And occasionally I am blessed with extra money to give to these sweet people on the side of the cracked sidewalk with their sleeping babies laying in their laps. We will never be short of stories or experiences here.
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