Mexico

We stayed in another beautiful boutique hotel in some restored hacienda. Here's Mark with the local cat Bubba (pronounced boo-bah) who spent a lot of time with us.

We stayed in another beautiful boutique hotel in some restored hacienda. Here’s Mark with the local cat Bubba (pronounced boo-bah) who spent a lot of time with us.

We loved Guadalajara, capital of Jalisco state and commonly thought of as Mexico’s Second City, and it really felt like you were in Mexico (to contrast it with, say, Puerto Vallarta or even San Miguel de Allende). Four days wasn’t enough.

First off, it’s a big city; at about 1.5 million people it’s the biggest “new” city we’ve been in since Yangon over a year ago. There’s lots to see: churches, museums, cool neighborhoods, and colonial architecture. There’s good food and definitely a good bartender or two. It’s even the home of mariachi! And the climate is spectacular, at least in early February; every morning felt like spring and even in mid-afternoon the temperature was never higher than the mid-70s.

One of the highlights for us was the Cabañas Cultural Institute, an art museum housed in a 19th century orphanage. The main exhibit there consists of 1930s murals by José Clemente Orozco. These are powerful images embodying all the anti-fascist passion you’d expect from a leading artist of the era. After that we saw two other exhibits in the building, one of which was just amazing.

Orozco's "Man of Fire", painted on the ceiling, is considered perhaps his finest work

Orozco’s “Man of Fire”, painted on the ceiling, is considered perhaps his finest work

This was my favorite of Orazco's murals. I'm not sure what it's called, but seeing those people being crushed by industry gives you a pretty good sense of what his work was all about.

This was my favorite of Orazco’s murals. I’m not sure what it’s called, but seeing those people being crushed by industry gives you a pretty good sense of what his work was all about.

Máximo Gonzalez is a Argentinean artist who lives in Mexico City. His exhibit in Guadalajara, “Pogo”, was closing just days after we saw it, so we were lucky. I’m not sure how to describe it, so I’ll just include some of the pictures we took. It was art that made us laugh and have fun and just ooh and ahh over the crazy things he does.

This was Gonzalaz's "Walk Among Worlds." Hundreds and hundreds of inflated globes in an outdoor space, identical except for their size and the degree to which they were - or were not - inflated.

This was Gonzalaz’s “Walk Among Worlds.” Hundreds and hundreds of inflated globes in an outdoor space, identical except for their size and the degree to which they were – or were not – inflated.

This was a display of hundreds of plates, mostly or all cheap, everyday plates. They call it art.

This was a display of hundreds of plates, mostly or all cheap, everyday plates. They call it art.

This one just blew us away. A room full of cheap red plastic lights. And this was no exhibit to be admired from a distance: you just walked through it, pushing all those hanging lights out of your way as you walked to the next room. I'll laugh every time I see this picture.

This one just blew us away. A room full of cheap red plastic lights. And this was no exhibit to be admired from a distance: you just walked through it, pushing all those hanging lights out of your way as you walked to the next room. I’ll laugh every time I see this picture.

Another awesome spectacle were some of the churches. Our favorite was the Church of the Blessed Sacrament, started in the late 19th century and finished only in the 1970s. Beautiful stonework, soaring steeples, and – most important – amazing stained glass. Mark & I have seen a lot of churches and cathedrals and temples and on and on in our travels, so it takes something to impress us these days. This one had a true “wow” factor.

The 16th century Municipal Cathedral, symbol of the city

The 16th century Municipal Cathedral, symbol of the city

Church of the Blessed Sacrament, a more modern building with a real WOW factor

Church of the Blessed Sacrament, a more modern building with a real WOW factor

The main steeple in the church was nearly all stained glass, all the way up. That was impressive.

The main steeple in the church was nearly all stained glass, all the way up. That was impressive.

We walked maybe four miles to get to the Basilica of Our Lady of Zapopan, a church that pulls in many thousands of pilgrims each year to see the small statue, the Virgin of Zapopan (not this one). Unfortunately, when we got there there was a service going on, so we couldn't go in and be tourists. We did, though, get a picture of this strange  display of plastic children's toys along with Mary. Strange.

We walked maybe four miles to get to the Basilica of Our Lady of Zapopan, a church that pulls in many thousands of pilgrims each year to see the small statue, the Virgin of Zapopan (not this one). Unfortunately, when we got there there was a service going on, so we couldn’t go in and be tourists. We did, though, get a picture of this strange display of plastic children’s toys along with Mary. Strange.

Otherwise it’s a great city for walking long distances and visiting cool neighborhoods. This is a place we truly want to come back to. For now, though, after a total of some 10 weeks in Mexico, from the Yucatan to San Miguel to Puerto Vallarta and here in Guadalajara, we’re off to Chicago to help friends celebrate their 25th anniversary. And then it’s back to Asia; we can’t wait for Bangkok.

And no blog post would be complete without our favorite bartenders from the area, here Matthias & Andres. Great martinis - great - and the food at this place was outstanding. We love a place where we can have a good drink and then share a couple plates so we don't eat too much. This one worked as good as anything we've had just about anywhere in the world.

And no blog post would be complete without our favorite bartenders from the area, here Matthias & Andres. Great martinis – great – and the food at this place was outstanding. We love a place where we can have a good drink and then share a couple plates so we don’t eat too much. This one worked as good as anything we’ve had just about anywhere in the world.

Carla the bartender at Cameleon. Mayhem ensued.

Carla the bartender at Cameleon. Mayhem ensued.

Ah, the opportunity to get way off the beaten track, hang out in a Mexican village with enough American and Canadian ex-pats to have the comforts we like, enjoy year-round pleasant temperatures, and do pretty much … nothing. Sometimes it sounds better than it ends up.

Ajijic is a colorful town. This graffiti is just the start of it.

Ajijic is a colorful town. This graffiti is just the start of it.

Here we are in Ajijic (Ah-hee-heek).” It’s a cute, colorful cobblestone town of some 15,000 nestled between the Sierra Madres and the shores of Lake Chalapa. At 5,000 feet above sea level the climate draws vacationers and retirees trying to escape both heat and cold. We found a beautiful little boutique hotel in an old hacienda and settled in to be charmed over a couple days before continuing on to Guadalajara.

What we didn’t realize is that Ajijic is apparently Spanish for “downscale, somewhat trashy ex-pats.” And not even cheap. We stopped by an Open House while wandering through town on Sunday. It was in a nice neighborhood, but a tiny place, two bedrooms that couldn’t have been more than 1,100 square feet total, and it had been marked down to $240,000. I thought the whole point of buying in a town like that was that you could live like a king. Maybe not.

Reading along the lake shore. Notice the grey. And the winter coat.

Reading along the lake shore. Notice the grey. And the winter coat.

At any rate, we didn’t prepare for having our first full day on Sunday. Now I understand people need a day off every so often. But does it have to happen every week? And all on the same day? So most everything was closed our first full day here. The really strange thing is that the few restaurants that were open close awfully early, typically around 7:00 PM. Really? Apparently Ajijicans eat their main Sunday meal by mid-afternoon and then everything just shuts up. Ultimately we found a bar for a couple drinks to watch the end of the Super Bowl – Go Pats! – and a place that made reasonably decent hamburgers. But this is one dead town on Sundays.

And me reading on our patio. Notice the sweater and, oh yeah, the blanket.

And me reading on our patio. Notice the sweater and, oh yeah, the blanket.

And then we were completely unprepared for what was to follow. Monday is some sort of big holiday, Constitution Day. Everything shut down again. At least this time we found one nice restaurant open into the evening. You’d think that after 21 months on the road – 21 months ago we left Cambridge – we’d know that Sundays aren’t great days to be tourists and that holidays are usually terrible days to be tourists. Someday we’ll remember it before it’s too late.

As if that weren’t enough, the weather has been terrible – cold, overcast, and occasionally rainy. This is the dry season and everyone keeps telling us it never rains in January or February. Never except this weekend.

The highlight of our long weekend here was Cameleon, the bar that makes you feel like you just walked onto a Jerry Springer set. Carla the bartender was fun and entertaining. I was sitting next to a youngish platinum blond who was complaining about the small-town aspect of Ajijic. “Right after I got here they started calling me the White Whore of Ajijic – and I hadn’t even done anything yet!” Her boyfriend, sitting next to her, was falling-down drunk, but not – as the night progressed – too drunk to start a fist fight with a Mexican guy who he thought was being too friendly with his girlfriend.

Can life get much better than that? Today we move on to Guadalajara where it’ll probably be dull by comparison.

On arrival at our hacienda, they gave us nice glasses of champagne. Then while we were drinking that they brought us small glasses of their house-infused rose and lavender tequila. Nice way to start!

On arrival at our hacienda, they gave us nice glasses of champagne. Then while we were drinking that they brought us small glasses of their house-infused rose and lavender tequila. Nice way to start!

It's been a while since we had a nice cat moment, but Ajijic filled that gap

It’s been a while since we had a nice cat moment, but Ajijic filled that gap

And not just cats. Dona was the house dog who was plenty happy to get out of the cold.

And not just cats. Dona was the house dog who was plenty happy to get out of the cold.

Our hacienda was beautiful but we didn't get a lot of opportunity to enjoy it outside or use the pool

Our hacienda was beautiful but we didn’t get a lot of opportunity to enjoy it outside or use the pool

Our bedroom was up in that tower. Windows on all four sides … to let the cold air in … and the rooster noises all day and all night

Our bedroom was up in that tower. Windows on all four sides … to let the cold air in … and the rooster noises all day and all night

Our first night we had dinner in the hotel. It was unseasonably cold and they have no heating (since it's never hold there) but the managed to build us a beautiful fire and put the table right next to it. And those salsas on the table were some of the best ever.

Our first night we had dinner in the hotel. It was unseasonably cold and they have no heating (since it’s never hold there) but the managed to build us a beautiful fire and put the table right next to it. And those salsas on the table were some of the best ever.

On our walk through Ajijic. Sweater, shirt, down vest. In Mexico!

On our walk through Ajijic. Sweater, shirt, down vest. In Mexico!

And one last picture of colorful Ajijic

And one last picture of colorful Ajijic

Mark & his mother celebrating the holidays

Mark & his mother celebrating the holidays

OK, that was a long break. We took six weeks off from blogging and really from our normal travel routine. We’re back on the road, now, so here’s the quick update.

Mark & I left Costa Rica just before Christmas and flew to San Diego where my brother and his family live out in the suburbs. My parents were there for several weeks – it’s warmer in San Diego in December and January than in Duluth – and my sister and her two kids were flying in for Christmas. Then right after Christmas Mark’s family – parents, siblings, spouses, and kids – came to spend a week in Carlsbad, the next town north from my brother’s place.

My sister Rebecca & sister-in-law Anita taking a very brief break from feeding us and taking care of … everything

My sister Rebecca & sister-in-law Anita taking a very brief break from feeding us and taking care of … everything

Mark & I are nothing if not efficient, and how much more efficient can you get at visiting with family than seeing damned near all of them in one swing through San Diego. So that’s what we did, 12 days driving around San Diego freeways, half at my brother’s house and half at the Sullivan family rental.

My niece Lily on Christmas morning, growing into a beautiful and charming young woman

My niece Lily on Christmas morning, growing into a beautiful and charming young woman

We had a great time with all of them, even spending one afternoon mixing the St. Georges and the Sullivans in my brother’s back yard. Don’t let them fool you about San Diego weather, though. It was pleasant enough some of the days, but on a few days it was downright cold, in the 30s to start the day. Still, a nice visit with family.

A special treat was meeting up in La Jolla for lunch with my long-ago coworker Bart & his wife Nina

A special treat was meeting up in La Jolla for lunch with my long-ago coworker Bart & his wife Nina

Early in January, then, we flew down to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, for four weeks. We’re going to a wedding in Chicago in early February (yeah, Chicago in early February), so we figured we’d stay close to the States. We’d stay in PV for four weeks, Mark would study Spanish, I’d go to the beach, maybe rent a bike for a few days. Well. Mark didn’t like the Spanish schools when we got there, and they don’t bicycle in Vallarta. So we went to the beach. A lot. Beach, food & drinks, sleep. Repeat for four weeks.

There you are - feet, sand, water. That's really all you need.

There you are – feet, sand, water. That’s really all you need.

There were few breaks in the routine. I flew back to Duluth for a weekend to see family, and Mark’s parents came down to Vallarta for a week to share some meals and a few drinks. But mostly it was beach, food & drink, sleep.

Now we’re in Ajijic, a little colonial lake town in Jalisco state, not too far from Vallarta. We’ll spend a couple days here, a few days in the capital city of Guadalajara, and then – after a brief stop in Chicago – off to Bangkok, our favorite Asian travel hub. Then it’ll really feel like we’re back on our adventure!

Kids would come down to the beach most mornings and surf

Kids would come down to the beach most mornings and surf

There are great restaurants in Puerto Vallarta. This was a Nicoise salad with seared tuna that I loved. In the background was a Caprese salad that was as good as anything you could get in Italy.

There are great restaurants in Puerto Vallarta. This was a Nicoise salad with seared tuna that I loved. In the background was a Caprese salad that was as good as anything you could get in Italy.

We had a little two-room apartment in a hotel just a block off the beach. The little kitchen was perfect for making breakfast. And no, the bottle of Maker's Mark was not for breakfast; it was left over from last night's Happy Hour.

We had a little two-room apartment in a hotel just a block off the beach. The little kitchen was perfect for making breakfast. And no, the bottle of Maker’s Mark was not for breakfast; it was left over from last night’s Happy Hour.