Good spot to spend the winter in Mexico
My family and I ventured into Mexico half a year ago and are falling in love with this country. Besides the fact that the weather is fantastic( where we are right now, daytime temperature stays around...
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Church and Cathedral frontispieces get old therefore invisible after awhile. Leaving the remainder of a "Colonial City" as the basis for whether the area holds enough intrinsic interest. For me only San Cristobal de Las Casas would fill that hole.
In areas of tropical savanna the vegetation itself can be mesmerizing. Couple that with the life, the people and the beach and it may appeal a whole lot more than simply being in Mexico. Not to under rate that. For me my family is 80% of the reason I prefer down here to "up there".
A summer afternoon spent under the patio overhang, listening to the roar of rain, tingling with chilly downdrafts watching the children pirouette soaking wet in the rain is enjoyable. Teasing Brenda. And Jesus' family. About how superior made from scratch tortillas taste (black death stare from the women) is priceless. So is the refreshing utter lack of importance of "news" from up north.
Watching Pilar and Dalia, taking vegetable vendors apart at the seams over price squabbles at Sunday tianguis. The two girls racing to pluck chickens - the winner wins a new pair of pants 2nd place a blouse.
Hearing the screams of an opossum who had the misfortune of sticking its nose against the electric fence guarding the henhouse.
Baking of mango pies and croissants at the crack of dawn. Torturing the pueblo with a 10 Kg charge of green Chiapas coffee beans roasting in a peanut cage inside the adobe wood fired oven. The girls, listening for the second crack of the beans. Locking the patio doors, so the beans son't grow legs and run off at night (Freshly roasted beans need to breathe for 2-days before vacuum packing).
Soaking ripe vanilla beans in pure alcohol then boiling off the alcohol.
Need limones? I reach through the kitchen window and pluck one off the tree.
Watching "Chango" climb a coconut palm barefoot. Then dealing with clusters of huge green coconuts. Jesus cuts a quarter-size hole in one with a few chops of the machete. Coconut water is the hot-setup on s summer afternoon
In areas of tropical savanna the vegetation itself can be mesmerizing. Couple that with the life, the people and the beach and it may appeal a whole lot more than simply being in Mexico. Not to under rate that. For me my family is 80% of the reason I prefer down here to "up there".
A summer afternoon spent under the patio overhang, listening to the roar of rain, tingling with chilly downdrafts watching the children pirouette soaking wet in the rain is enjoyable. Teasing Brenda. And Jesus' family. About how superior made from scratch tortillas taste (black death stare from the women) is priceless. So is the refreshing utter lack of importance of "news" from up north.
Watching Pilar and Dalia, taking vegetable vendors apart at the seams over price squabbles at Sunday tianguis. The two girls racing to pluck chickens - the winner wins a new pair of pants 2nd place a blouse.
Hearing the screams of an opossum who had the misfortune of sticking its nose against the electric fence guarding the henhouse.
Baking of mango pies and croissants at the crack of dawn. Torturing the pueblo with a 10 Kg charge of green Chiapas coffee beans roasting in a peanut cage inside the adobe wood fired oven. The girls, listening for the second crack of the beans. Locking the patio doors, so the beans son't grow legs and run off at night (Freshly roasted beans need to breathe for 2-days before vacuum packing).
Soaking ripe vanilla beans in pure alcohol then boiling off the alcohol.
Need limones? I reach through the kitchen window and pluck one off the tree.
Watching "Chango" climb a coconut palm barefoot. Then dealing with clusters of huge green coconuts. Jesus cuts a quarter-size hole in one with a few chops of the machete. Coconut water is the hot-setup on s summer afternoon
