Thursday, December 18, 2008

Pictures and Videos

We have set up a Picasa page with many photos...

picasaweb.google.com/craigt55/CraigAndAmyInTheYucatan#

and you can also see some videos on You Tube. Just go to www.youtube.com and under search put in 'bruddabu'. All of my videos are there...just scroll down until you see the Yucatan ones.

We've discovered a really good blog for traveling to Mexico. Check out "Travel Mexico"...

http://www.mexicovacationtravels.com/

Here are a few of our pictures...

Amy enjoying 'conch with garlic sauce' at the great fish restaurant, Marlin Azur, in Merida...



Uxmal...



Shopping for Virgin t shirts...



And our lovely Virgin with flashing lights!!!



Taxi cab in Mani...



At the Mayan ruin of Ake...



Panama hat seller in the Merida Zocalo...



Cute kids at the Virgin of Izamal procession...



More pictures from the day of the Procession...







Cenote in Valladolid...



The frieze at Ek Bolom...



Chichen Itza, where you can't climb anything...







Taco restaurant in Merida (the Pope at here)...



Danzon in Merida...


Friday, December 12, 2008

day of the virgin; merida s past glories; narrow escape from the crowds

last night at midnight, the nation of mexico sang happy birthday to the Virgin of Tepeyac, wishing her a happy saints day as the clock struck. how do you wish a deity a happy saints day? tough to figure. hope she enjoyed her 477th anniversary.

well-- We were there. not at the giant basilica in mexico city, but part of the crowd in the blocks surrounding the church of San Cristobal, which is her local home here. it was boisterous and fun. tired pilgrims who have ridden their bikes or taken turns running with a flaming torch, were now roaming the streets in little throngs with their matching t shirts, each one with a great pic of the virgin on the front with little sayings like "she is the mother of us all" or "queen of mexico, emperor of america" on the front, and on the back the names of their origin and destinations. they are really happy and they do little chants: give us an M! give us an A! give us an R! give us an I! give us an A! whaddaya got! Maria! Maria! Maria! There is a small fair with rides in the church plaza, there are vendors selling arroz-con-leche and food, and CDs of songs to the Virgin and T shirts and religious items and whatever, there are tired celebrants crashed in doorways wrapped in blankets getting a nap waiting for midnight. Nuns and priests are holding mass nonstop in the church, so crowds swell in and out, and someone is outdoors with a mike in a sideyard entertaining, and some mariachis are there getting ready to sing her in at midnight. in side streets, groups of folks get ready to parade in to the church, lots of small groups of girl-bands playing drums and bikers with blazing torches, each followed by friends and family carrying candles and flowers sometimes. Lots of times people erupt into a song about, "La Guadalupana, shes totally Mexicana" or something like that. it is very pretty. there were about 3 songs we heard A LOT.

actually we did NOT stay right up til midnight, as the crowd kept repeating the same motifs... we walked home and went to our room and watched mexican TV on 2 channels - one showing the glitzy broadcast from inside the basilica in mexico city, and one broadcasting the sounds from the church in merida. then at midnight, everyone sang the birthday song, Las Mananitas, and I got little tears in my eyes for whatever reason, and the fireworks went off for a while. and we were fast asleep soon.

Many vendors sell the local t shirt -- the I was there in Merida version of the virgin, two for 50 pesos -- and I have mine! I have actually been wearing it all day today, prompting smiles from everyone who has the same shirt and lots of smiles anyway since not that many tourists have these.


Tourists. we had thought we were a scarce commodity here in Yucatan state. not so! yesterday we saw the crowds build, at Chichen Itza, and we expected them there. did not expect that now, hearing foreign tongues especially american english would have become so common overnight. we are used to being nearly the only people in our fabulous little hotel, Luz En Yucatan, but the owners tell us that from next week until april, they are now booked solid.

Today, our last day, we had no agenda. we considered a ride of an hour each way to the closest beach town, progreso, but it is windy overcast and amazingly for merida, kinda cold. we considered the half hour trip to Dzibultichun or whatever it is, close by, but those ruins are kinda so so the books say. instead we had a great day and got new insight into merida.

To bring you up to date: day before yesterday, thursday the 11th, we took a combi taxi ride from Valladolid direct to chichen itza, cost 20 pesos each for about 30 miles; then we were among the first people in to chichen itza, which was great. but chichen, which is a world heritage site and got voted one of the 8 wonders of the modern world, is not like our other ruins. because of the crowds, it is meticulously groomed, and, cordoned off! you can´t climb a single step. you can t disappear into the woods to look at the ungroomed parts. so, you cant go in to any little rooms, or see any carvings not at ground level, and saddest, you cant get any views of the lovely buildings, above the treeline. neverthless it is pretty darn impressive. I guess I really like the way we ended up doing this trip: we saw about ten really nice small ruins and got to scramble and explore, first, then saw the Big City. we had fun there more or less, but only spent 2 hrs, as thats all it took to see all that you were allowed to see. although there are more parts to it... but you can no longer go.

we met two nice fellow travelers there from Ohio, Rick and Jim. basically the first americans we have intersected with. really nice men. well we met one other, in valladolid, a nice young guy from oregon who just finished his masters degree, we met him sharing a cab back to town from the cenotes. we have met some nice independent travlers from france especially Nicolas. some of these travelers did something we didn{t know to do, they went on to Campeche city, which is a very lovely city, a world heritage site, right on the gulf of mexico, a former pirate capital, and only 2.5 hrs from merida, no further than valladolid was, so we should have gone. it has never had much tourism and did not have the huge profitable era merida had, but its apparently very lovely, low key and close to some really neat groups of ruins and caves, in a different mayan style. so we hope we could get back one day to see this. its the town where the governors beautiful daughter, in the 1700s, was so devout she only left the house to go to mass, but somehow was seduced by a handsome stranger; she invited him back to her rooms, the governor burst in on them, he turned out to be a dread pirate chief, they fought a duel, he shot her father, and she died of grief and madness 3 months later. so they say.

thursday after chichen, we got a local bus from right at chichen ruins, cost about 60 pesos or $5 each, comfortable, but lots of small towns so took about 2 hrs to get back to merida. but very convenient and it{s always fun to travel with locals. however if you are ever taking the buses, the really best seats to get are 3 and 4, to be able to look straight ahead, otherwise visibility is not so good. seats 7 and 8 would also be good. anything on the right hand side.

when we arrived in merida we were SO happy to be back. the Luz en yucatan has been awesome, and merida once you get used to it is easy to get around. it has a big variety of eating choices and many are romantic and restful, like the Peregrino. at night, we went to the thursday night Santa Lucia Serenata which is a weekly tradition for more than 40 years, of having about an hour or 90 minutes of free entertainment, in a great setting, lots of seating, outdoors, and it includes romantica ballads, torch singers, and dancers. and mostly locals are there, the well dressed Merida folks who love their romantic tradition. we have discovered that the few romantic songs we know best by our local california group, Cascada de Flores, including Peregrina and similar songs, are written by songwriters born here in merida in the middle of the last century!

this morning, we followed up on this by going to the Museum of Yucatecan song. what a great place! trouble is we could only stay briefly as they were actually closed -- they were expecting a high muckety muck, so we were allowed in for free, on condition that we would leave instantly if the motorcade was heard. it was not, and we got to listen to some great music, trios and ballads and lots of photos of merida in its heydays in the 1910s and in the mid century.

speaking of this heyday we followed it up by going over to explore the Centennial Park and Zoo. The zoo and park are free. This is about 10 blocks out of the main center, so not too many tourists probably get here, but it was really-- fabulous! it{s a little park built in the french style in 1910, it has a great layout, lots of things to do including a pond with little boats and a little narrow gauge train that goes around it, costs a single peso to ride (8 cents) and is really fun. and, best of all, an extremely pleasant zoo. they had lots of space for the animals and they had: giraffes, zebras, ostriches, hippos, asian tigers, lots and lots of native american animals like coatimundis and all the monkeys and all the big cats -- jaguars and jaguar-like black panthers and california mountain lions. and so many of them had babies. the tigress had three happy midsize cubs that would pounce on her, and imitate everything she did. the hippos had a baby that stayed submerged for the longest time. the monkeys had babies. the llamas and guanacos had babies. there were lots of pink flamingos, not surprising as near merida are two or three major flamingo habitats on the coast you can visit. and there was a huge aviary you could wander around in.

also in the neighborhoods near there, are some great mansions. lots of hacienda owners kept their families in town, and they had lots of money in 1910. so there are lots of multistory rococo buildings with white icing details and columns and fancy porticos. The years since 1910 and the economy have not been that kind to merida and neither has the proliferation of the automobile. If lots of money arrived in this city, there would be a LOT of renovation and prettying up. it{s pretty cool. there are two styles of renovation to be done here, at least: classic spanish colonial in the center, and La Belle Epoque in the burbs. pretty nice place really. and Merida seems to have an obvious intellectual, musical core that most mexican cities its size dont display. there are lots of bookstores, lots of places for musicians to perform in concert halls, and lots of well traveled residents who come up and talk to us pretty often and have seen a lot of the world, and this includes taxi drivers, cafe owners, lots of folks. The bookstores actually have samples of books you can look at, whereas in most mexican bookstores everything is sealed shut with plastic and you really cant flip through anything. The nicest part of this higher level of intellectual culture, is the love of good music done by great composters with good lyrics. sure the young folks are listening to world young person music in general, along with mexican pop music, but lots and lots of folks know cuban, mexican and american classics and play and dance to them with gusto.

Chichen Itza...NO CLIMBA DA PYRAMID!!! (Craig)

We are spending our last couple of days in Merida, truly a nice city with lots of things to do. But on the way here, we stopped in the most famous of all Mayan sites, Chichen Itza, yesterday. Now here is word to the wise. Whenever you come to a major site like this, COME EARLY, at 8am, exactly. At Chichen, that will give you exactly three hours to roam the ruins almost by yourself. Just a few others in this large place. At exactly 11am, the HORDES arrive from Cancun and Playa del Carmen. And I mean hordes. About 20 buses arrive near 11am, maybe more, that is what we could see. Its amazing.

But before that, its really nice. Except for one major thing. You cant climb on ANY of the buildings, not a one. They are all blocked off by rope. Now, Amy and I love climbing the ruins, especially the big pyramids, its a lot of fun. But they get so many people at Chichen, that the ruins were in danger of crumbling away. That, and the fact that in 2005, some old tourist fell to his death from the top of El Castillo, the famous pyramid there. Thump, thump, thump, all the way from the top to the bottom. That gave the authorities a good excuse to close it, but they closed everthing else, too. But its still worth a visit, although I thought Palenque was a much nicer Mayan ruin. And locally, Uxmal is the best.

We got to Merida in mid afternoon, and after checking into our wonderful hotel, Luz en Yucatan, we went out hammock shopping. If you stay in Merida, then Luz en Yucatan is the place to be. Only a few blocks from the Zocalo, the Luz is run by two ex-pats, Tom and Donard, two really nice guys who know what we westerners want....good plumbing, coffee in the rooms, good lighting, etc. AND they have a small bar with about 5 bottles of various booze that you can partake of for free, although it is nice to leave a little tip. We have had a really nice apartment, bedroom, living room with hammock, dining room and kitchen, for only $65. They also have a pool. You can look them up at www.luzenyucatan.com.

My friend Stevie B told me to check out Aquacate for hammocks. Its a great place. They have hundreds of hand made hammocks of top quality there, all sizes from a single to an extra large California king size for the entire family. And you can try them right there...the owner strings the hammock up and you can lie in it. Dont go to a hammock place that wont let you try the hammock you are going to buy, it can make a lot of difference. We also went to Hamaca Rada, closer to the Zocalo. This is more of a warehouse place that exports hammocks to the USA. But they also let you try the hammock and they have a great selection. Cotton is the best material, the nylon doesnt feel all that great...kind of slippery. And the colors are wonderful...bright reds, yellows, greens, blues, oranges, and all colors inbetween.

For lunch we went to a really cool little tiny place, with about5 four tables, called El Cangrejito. Its a fish taqueria, no meat, only things that swim. We had tacos from fish, octopus and conch. There is a big picture of Pope Jean Paul II on the wall and we later learned that the Pope actually ate in this tiny place. That must have been exciting for those guys. You can see the two taco makers, they make the tacos right in the middle of the restaurant, and they are so fast putting together the fish, salad, tomatoes, guacamole, etc.

Last night, after a really nice dinner of baked eggplant and cheese, pollo pibil, coconut ice cream and a lovely Argentinian malbec, we headed down to the local church dedicated to the Virgin of Guadalupe, as last night and today are her days. Wow, what a scene!!! Thousands of pilgrims from all over, singing songs, partying and marching. It was almost like a big college game. These teenagers would march along and chant, ¨Gimme an m, M!, gimma an a, A!, gimme an r, R!, gimme an i, I!, gimme an a, A!...whats that spell, MARIA!!!, whats that spell, MARIA!!!, what that spell, MARIA!!!!! Totally bizarre, but totally cool. There were hundreds of bicycles from the pilgrims we have been seeing on the road and many were crashed on the concrete sleeping. I dont blame them at all.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

singing boys, and more cenotes with finches... by amy

I like Valladolid, a city on the eastern edge of yucatan state near chichen itza, very much, in spite of its currently torn up streets and dust. it is not pretentious but it has many charming churches with small squares and the people have been good to us overall.

the highlight of Valladolid in these pre-Guadalupe-Day nights, has been having boys sing to us earnestly in praise of the virgin in order to gain a donation for their favorite charity... their pinata. in the early times just after dark, we went on a long walk from the main square of Valladolid, down a long avenue to a monastery which was once way out of town, a monastery-convent that was able to be independent because it had its very own water supply, a cenote, one of the limestone-cave type wells, within its walls. anyway then we cut across the south part of town to find the park of San Juan, and on the way we had two nervous looking boys about 8 and 10 approach us with sweaty palms and demand that we hear them sing a song to the Virgin. They held a fan palm about 2 feet wide, bordered with purple tinsel around a pasted on picture of, you guessed it, the Virgen de Guadalupe. They proceeded to sing us a very nice medley of 3 songlets that blend into each other. one is about getting clear that the virgin is in a house made of sticks and is soon to be a mother of our lord and that she is the queen of all the flowers, and part two or is it the bridge is about a cock crowing exactly at midnight to announce that jesus has been born, and the third part is similar. that´s the cue to drop the coin in the little paper-topped box they carry. then that´s their cue to sing a little farewell song. We did this, felt proud of ourselves, and promptly ran into our next set of 2 boys. then another set... finally in the main square of town, a group of about 6 at once. we were out of coins pretty darn quick. but I got to know the gist of the songs pretty well. And see a lot of variations of the ´virgin-on-a-stick´palm leaf signs. it was charming and they all sang pretty well.

Another really nice thing about valladolid is its taxi driver routes, there are a number of ´combi´ routes where a whole van goes to the same place, and there is a new route, which I like a lot, the ´Ek Bolom´ route. in between the time that our two current Yucatan guides, the Moon and the Lonely Planet, have been updated, a spankin´new fast straight road has been cut to the gorgeous ruin of Ek Bolom, and the taxi service is definitely updated. so now, you get to the ék bolom taxi stand which is only a block off the square, you arrange to pay 120 to 130 pesos for the ride for the 2 of us, and you get driven out. then miraculously when you are ready to return, someone is there. how is this, you wonder... it´s radio and cell phones. on the drive, I could hear the drivers talk on the taxi radio about what tourists were there, what were they wearing, and were they cute, and did they or didn´t they understand spanish, and what had they paid. it´s much easier than the old system where you had to ride a combi taxi to the village of ek bolom and then figure out how to get from the village to ruinas and etc etc.

Ek Bolom is a great place. it´s a pretty small mayan site, only about 5 pyramids and a ballcourt and a few accessory buildings, and one of the larger pyramids has not even had a whiff of reconstruction on it so you can look at it, thinking its a natural hill, and only slowly realize no, it´s similar to the other pyramids but covered with natural growth. hope it stays like that a while. between the time our earliest guidebook, Cadogan published in the mid 90s, and now, a major find occurred at Ek Bolom. A workman tripped over a stone, dislodged it and brought to life a great wall of plaster carvings so detailed and lifelike, it´s totally great to see. We will have to post photos. the pyramid they are part of is great and once you see these plasters, you get a new sense for how truly amazing all of these stone pyramids were, when at their plaster best. At one of our hotels I was able to read some of their guest copy of Stevens book published in 1841 or so, about what he saw, and at that time, more of the plaster was intact. now I see what they used to be.

Another really nice time in Valladolid is to take the combi out to the cenotes about 7 k outside of town, run by the community of Dzitnup. one is called Xkelen, and the other is something like sumatra. From the writeups in our books I was expecting both more, and less. somehow I was expecting them to be larger, and they are actually intimate, and I was expecting them to be more úsed´, and instead they were clear and sparkling at least compared to what I had envisioned. They are big underground caves that you go down steps into, and they are large enough to have plenty of swallows and bats flying in through the few holes in the roof, and clear enough to have plenty of dark black catfish and some tiny clear small fry also, and have mostly limestone at the entry so it feels pretty clean, not gucky or muddy, to get in and swim. then also they have some great ropes suspended at the water surface level, in many places, from one end of the cave to another, so when the water feels cold or you feel tired, you just park your bum on a rope and sway for a while before you swim somewhere else. The main cave, Xkelen, has enough stalactites in it that you can feel like you are somewhere special, swimming in and out of them.

As we get closer to Cancun and Tulum and Chichen Itza, the clueless americans are more present, and also, the locals seem more reserved and not quite as interested in talking to touri. the hawkers are more fevered. we learned from one driver that about 2 months ago, all construction work over on the resort-laden coast came to a stop. these folks will be hard hit by the slowdown, as the peso has really been falling compared to the dollar and workers are coming home from the states. I have overheard a few more snarky remarks here, and am more aware of some of the tensions. therefore it doesn´t quite surprise me that here we have experienced a little hotel thievery... apparently the whole rest of Yucatan state is exuberantly honest, but staying (sortof by accident, due to the need to avoid jackhammers) at the ´best´hotel in town, made us more of a setup. oh well. we generally are very careful to not leave things around as a temptation, whoever went for our stuff in this hotel thought we were leaving and didn´t realize we had decided to stay an extra day and probably is very very sorry now that they robbed us, as I´m pretty sure the hotel knows who it was. I think when you stay in hotels that are NOT the best, you are much safer, as the staff are much less likely to think you are made of money. Also today at the cenotes, we could tell that people have been suffering from the fall off in tourism... hawkers were more desperate. we hope things will work out ok for them, and us.

I just skimmed craigs blog and realize there are two fun things he didn´t talk about. one was that when we took our combi to the cenotes to swim, the combi guy didn´t leave for a while, even though some local ladies were waiting. why this happened, is that he had to stop off at the local catholic school, to scoop up about ten small fry, to get them home! it was really fun to get stared at by the kids. they have never seen anyone like craig up close, specially craig wearing shorts displaying his freckly skin.

Another thing is that on our second class bike ride across the countryside, there was a lot of fun for us when we´d get stuck behind one of the flotilla of bike riding pilgrims. they not only carry flags, and torches, they also carry these ´car alarm´ and-or police and ambulance type sirens. so you can get stuck behind them and enjoy watching. also many times in town i´ve been sure there was a fire... no, just another flotilla of sweaty virgin-clad bikers arriving.

Valladolid: Cenotes, Dust and a Thief

The frieze at Ek Bolom...



The cenote at Dintzup...



Valladolid...




We´ve heard from several people that the city of Valladolid, about 150 km east of Merida, is a city not to be missed. Well, it´s been quite a mixed bag here.

We arrived yesterday afternoon after a 1 1´2 hour ride from Izamal on the 2nd class bus, which is actually quite nice. They stop in a lot of small towns, there are only locals on it, and it is air conditioned and the seats are comfortable. There are no blaring movies being shown on the TV (cuz there ain´t no TV), instead the driver puts his favorite CDs in the stereo and plays them quite loud.

We arrived at the downtown bus terminal and as soon as we walked out on the street we knew there was trouble. The whole of the Centro is being dug up to put the electricity lines under ground. A noble and good idea, for sure, but I wish it wasn´t while we were here. Instead of a nice, quite, pretty Zocalo and surrounding streets, you have lots of dirt, dust, noise, large backhoes everywhere and just a total mess. The wind blows the dust everywhere, especially into Amy´s eyes which are very sensitive since she wears contacts. We actually checked into the hotel San Clemente, near the Zocalo, paid for the night and as soon as we got to the room: ratatatatatatatat!!!!!!! The jackhammers were going full speed ahead. Well, the lady at the hotel was very nice, gave us back our money and we went across the square to the nicest hotel in town, the Maison de Marquez, a really nice colonial style building with a little swimming pool. We were expecting a nice relaxed stay here with no problems. Well, almost.

After sunset, the jackhammers and back hoes were put away and the town lived up to its reputation. The birds were going bonkers in the Zocalo, really, really loud as the sun went down. Amy and I took a nice 2 or 3 mile walk in the backstreets, again seeing the same sight as before, doors open, TVs blaring, and the Virgin right there, lights flashing. Also, these young boys, usually two together, roam the streets, one carring a palm leaf with the Virgin or Jesus on it and sing a song for you. The other boy carries a little can and after the song (actually they sing three songs together, but I really couldn´t tell) you give them a coin and then they sing one more song. They use the money to buy a pinata for a party, apparently. We got back to the hotel to have dinner there...they have the best restaurant in town. Amy wasn´t feeling all that chipper, so I pretty much ate alone. A nice Herredura Repesado Antiguo tequila (fantastic!!!) and some cochinita pibil, my favorite.

This morning, we headed out to Ek Balam, a wonderful small Mayan ruin about 20 miles north of town. We locked up our valuables in the suitcase, as usual, even though there was a safe in the room. We learned after an experience in Potzcuaro a few years ago to always lock any valuable in the suitcase. We took a cab out to Ek Balam and were there an hour or more. There is a very big pyramid there and a very unique frieze, showing all sorts of Mayan gods. Really quite wonderful. We then wanted to go out to the cenote at Dinztup, a famous cenote just a few miles from town. So we went back to the hotel, but it hadn´t been changed yet, so I put the camera in the locked suitcase along with most of our money, in two different money belts.

We had a great time at the cenote. It is really a marvel. It´s a huge cavern, maybe 150 meters wide and 50 meters high. Stalagtites hang from everywhere. The water is quite fresh and VERY clear. There are little black fish swimming all over the place. The water is very deep, in most places you cannot see the bottom, even though the water is clear. We just swam around for about an hour or so, looking up at the stalagtites and the hole of the cenote, waaaaay at the top. We then walked over to another cenote across the street. This one was very nice, but not near as nice as the first one.

So it was time to go back to the hotel. We walked in the room and I opened the suitcase (still locked) to get our stuff. But when I picked up Amy´s money belt, the zipper was open and her passport was on the bottom of the suitcase. There was no money in there, although this morning there were 2,000 pesos. We looked all over, not believing that someone could pick the lock. We looked everywhere, inside and out of the suitcase. No 2000 pesos. Gone. Amy went to talk to the management and someone came into the room, along with the little old cleaning lady, looking ever so innocent. When the manager checked out who came into the room (it´s one of those computerized card things), the sweet looking little old cleaning lady was the only other person to have entered the room. But without evidence, sorry, no can do nothing. This is certainly understandable, as Mexican law really protects the workers and you have to be careful accusing anyone. Oh well, chaulk it up to an experience...if there is a electric lock box in the room...USE IT!!

More on the Virgin...so a dear friend, who has lived in Mexico for much of her life, told us that this whole thing about the Virgin, and how they are SOOOO into her around here, doing these long pilgrimages, setting up alters in all of their houses and businesses and really worshipping her and putting Jesus on the back seat, really harkens back to the Mayan mother earth animist beliefs. Boy, does that make sense.

Monday, December 8, 2008

heatin´up!

clip clop clip clop clip clop... we are now in the hot flat part of this state, and in a hot festive party atmosphere. Craig has done a great job describing izamal, and the only thing he has not been able to add is the noise... lots of it. right now, there are: the helpful birdlike whistles of the traffic police steering folks around, the clip clop of the small victoria-landau horse carts that everyone, even mexican ladies in traditional dress, likes to take around for tours, the major bass notes from the two different outdoor dance areas playing electrified stuff, lots of people laughing. earlier today there was also on top of this, singing of hymns as they carted the virgin around, the shhhhhhh-BOOOM! of one little bottle firework after another, being lit by a team of 3 men who would hand them to the lighter who would hold his cigarette to the fuse and then let it zoom out of his hand... also the car alarm that went off due to the vibration from the firecrackers... also the priest singing latin and the kids slurping their drinks and the church bells. did I leave anything out... oh yeah the birds, and the crickets, and the yippy dogs and the very very rare thank god mosquitos. And the sound of me and craig falling into our oh so cold swimming pool and the small swoosh of the swaying hammocks, back at our hotel.

Virgins, Loud Music and Calesas (Craig)

We´re here in Izamal for another wonderful day in ¨La Mexique Profonde¨as the French would say, ´Deepest Mexico´. Today was the last day of the big Feria de la Virgen de Izamal.

A word about virgins here. In Mexico, the Virgin of Guadalupe is big. I mean, really big. Bigger then Jesus, bigger then God, bigger then them both put together. I really don´t understand the whole thing, but it´s the way it is. In the local church here there are statues and paintings of the Virgin of Izamal all over the place and I could see only one statue of Christ on the cross off in a corner.

The wonderful thing about being in these small Mayan towns is that you get to see life of the regular Mexicans. To show how big the Virgin of Guadalupe is here, just walk down one of these back streets. Invariably, on a warm evening, the doors to the house will be wide open, the family will be inside, some laying on hammocks, some sitting on chairs, some sitting outside. The TV will be blaring, or maybe the radio turned up full blast, and in the corner will be a statue of the Virgin of Guadalupe, any size from a small one about 2 feet high, to a big one almost life size. There may be a bed of flowers in front, or candles, or sometimes even colorful Christmas lights, flashing on and off, around her. And outside the house, at least this time of year, will be another alter to the Virgin, often with a Mexican flag behind her. And on the other side of the door will be a Christmas set up, maybe a creiche or a lighted statue of Santa Claus. We actually bought one of these hideous Guadalupes with the flashing lights around her and plan to put it outside the house just to freak out the neighbors. It´s made in China, of course.

As are many other things here. Here at the Feria, are many booths where people sell clothes, pots and pans, jewelry, toys, religious stuff, belts, etc. I´ll bet 80% of this stuff is from China, as opposed to 20 years ago when it would all have been made in Mexico. Watch out world, the Chinese are taking over!

We took a long walk in the back streets and visited a couple of artisans. A wood carver, named Gabriel, is a local guy who started wood carving just 15 years ago. He has won several prizes at competitions. He this amazing chess set and all of the pieces were Day of the Dead characters. I really wanted to get it, but the 6800 peso price tag was a little much. There are also hammock makers here, along with silver and jewelry makers.

Today was a lot of fun and showed the two sides to this feria. The big happening of the day was the Procession of the Virgin. This isn´t the Virgin of Guadalupe, but the Virgin of Izamal, whose statue is taken out of her small room once a year, shown in the church for a few days, then paraded around town followed by the faithful. There is a big mass in the atrium of the church, where we got some great photos of the young and old here, dressed in their finest. Women in their huipiles, little boys dressed up like Juan Diego (the Azted kid in the Guadalupe story). The fair, right below the church, was quiet while this was going on, but after the Virgin was paraded around the atrium, followed by a marching band, the party started up below again. Loud music, dancing, lots and lots of beer (and drunks), and carnival rides, including a very cool bumper car ride that Amy and I partook of (good for getting your aggressions out, let me tell you).

Here in Izamal, the best way to get around town, besides walking, is in a Calesa. This is a horse drawn carriage and you hear the clippity-clop of horse feet all around town. We took a nice little 20 minute ride today (80 pesos) and it was very nice, right at sunset.

Another amazing thing about Izamal is the number of ruins, right in town. It was really built on an ancient Mayan city, as there are about 8 pyramids right in town, most of which are right on the street and you just walk up them. Most aren´t very big, but one of them is on of the biggest in all of Mexico.

Our hotel, the Machan Che, is very nice. Located about four long blocks from the square, it is a little piece of paradise. We have our own little cabin and in the back of the property is a small pool, made to look like a cenote, and a couple of hammocks to lounge in. Just right on a hot afternoon after walking all around town.

Tomorrow we´re off to Vallodolid, a medium size colonial town. We´ll spend a couple of days here and then maybe go to Chichen Itza before we head back to Merida on Friday.