I have been remiss in my editorial duties of late! What seems like some time ago, we were wandering the streets of Oaxaca entranced by its beauty.
Often times we felt as if we were strolling the streets of an Italian, or Portugese town. We came across the tiniest of coffee bars in Oaxaca, found by Carolina as she drilled down on one of the websites. As fortune would have it, we met the owner of the cafe, who engaged us in discussion of his fine coffee beans. Quite delightful, he was. Just when I think I have a sense of the beautiful Spanish language and request a 1/2 a kilo of coffee for our early morning taste sensation, I end up with a kilo! How does that happen and so humbling.
Before leaving El Tule we took a "4 rosary ride" up the valley to the market in Tlacloluya. It was quite the adventura as we wandered from stall to stall, to stall, to stall . . . Anything that you ever wanted to eat, drink, wear could be found there. There were endless stalls of flowers, meat, clothes . . . Young and old roamed through the walkways between the stalls, most having a better sense of where they were going!
We also took a trip to a Fabrica de Mezcal (Mezcal plant). We had a Spanish speaking young man give us a tour of the facility. It was most interesting to see the more traditional way of making Mezcal. We felt we had to do the "right thing" and make a purchase of a few items, for medicinal purposes!
On another trip to Oaxaca, we noticed that a Church of interest was open. We were unsuccessful in getting into this church earlier in the week so we took advantage of the opportunity in the failing light of day. Truly, it was one of the most beautifully adorned churches either of us have seen. Absolutely stunning and as usual, photos do such an injustice to its beauty. Delayed gratification takes on an entirely different meaning when you understand that the bit players who built the church, would rarely, if ever witness the final fruits of their labor.
For our last eve in El Tule we had dinner in a small and hospitable restaurant.
You have to eat early in El Tule as they roll up the streets around 7:30! We had decided that we were making an exodus from the region. Zijuatenajo trumped other points south of Oaxaca. We chose to fly from Oaxaca to Zijuatanejo and endured a rather convoluted way of catching what might be considered "an airporter bus" out of Oaxaca!
In the shadow of Ixtapa (which we probably won't visit), the city of all-inclusives, lies this still rather quiet little fishing village that has escaped (for the most part) many of the pitfalls of tourist towns. Still, there are many gringos in Zijuatanejo, but the vibe is different.
We had booked, through Trip Advisor, what appeared to be a funky place to stay. Our flight was delayed so we arrived around 6:30 pm, as the sun was setting. We found our way to the site and had experienced our first "shock and awe" with Trip Advisor! Without going into lurid details about the place, we bailed, but not before the neighbor came over and removed his pot plants from what could have been our balcony! We later met with the manager of the unit who graciously stated that she would recommend a refund via Trip Advisor and we now await a credit to our account.
We were fortunate enough to find a nearby place down the street that was perfectly fine for the night. Later the next day we were absolutely charmed by the beautiful and delightful Rosa Maria, who let us stay in here bright and cheerful abode.
We booked 5 nights with her and enjoyed her company immensely. Rosa Maria has a small tienda in front of her rooms where she sells clothing. She can often be heard laughing and chatting with friends, neighbours and those wishing to buy from her.
Next to the ocean near the zocalo in Zijuataneo, we found our evening entertainment. Every night we were entertained by many basketball games. It appeared that weekend games may have been out of towners and week nights were local games. Regardless, the games were lots of fun to watch! One of the refs came to be known to us as Eddie Murphy. When he wasn't a ref. he was playing basketball. We saw him every night of our game watching.
On weekend, there was entertainment for children and we got to witness the next generation of budding artistas from Mexico.
Zihautenao was also inspiring as it gave me an idea of how I can offset the cost of my motorcycle.
Although the beaches, the swimming, and the food have been quite fine here in Zijuatanejo, we have the need to move away from the beaches and travel inland. So, once again we are saddling up and heading back into the mountains! Hasta Luego!