Sunday, June 29, 2008

one for the road.

so jen and i have been on the road for over a week now. we began in monterrey and have driven across the country and ended up in zihuatanejo on the coast. it is pretty incredible how accessible the world comes when you have a car. it has been a weird, quirky and memorable trip. there hasn't been a lot of internet access in the wilds of mexico, so i'll have to make it up now.



first leg: 8 hours to san miguel, a colonial town in the heartland of mexico.

this was the longest driving leg of the trip, and went really quickly. san miguel was everything i imagined it would be. a town full of gringos and expats; delicious breakfast restaurants and colourful buildings. we slept late, went to bed early, downed a bottle of wine at each of our dinners and even witnessed an indigenous dancing celebration in the main square.

second leg: 30 minutes to hot springs outside of san miguel.

why has no one told us about this? there are warm pools surrounded by well-manicured gardens on the outskirts of san miguel. one of the hot pools even went into a cave. it felt like we were in a turkish bath. except no one was naked. if it wasn't for a thunderstorm we may have stayed all day.

third leg: pushing 4 hours to morelia in the state of michoacan, known for the monarch butterfly migration... which unfortunately have gone home for the summer.

the trip would have taken only 3 hours if we hadn't gotten stuck behind the slowest truck in the world. the roads were windy so the crawling truck was virtually unpassable! we definitely noticed the landscape becoming more lush and fresh. in fact, we stumbled upon our own enchanted broccoli forest on the side of the road! either there has been an unprecedented boom in broccoli production OR a broccoli truck tipped over. people were literally running away with broccoli spilling out of their arms. odd. morelia itself is the kind of city that looks nicer at night. the cathedral was gorgeous when all lit up, but the city itself didn't bowl me over with its beauty. however, i was won over when a lady at the corner store opened our wine bottle for us. clearly the key to my heart is evident.

fourth leg: an hour or so to the small town of patzcuaro.

a chilly town that felt more like being in northern ontario then in mexico. very busy and lively during the day of the dead celebrations, patzcuaro became a mandatory rest stop for us on our amazing race. it was cold and rainy most of the time, so we found comfort in cable television and the greatest steak dinner i have ever eaten. we were the only customers in a beautiful grand restaurant, with overly attentive service (not that i'm actually complaining... they were willing to run down the street to get us the bottle of wine we wanted!) the steak dinner was called "the three musketeers", and it was three beef medallions in different sauce: mustard, roquefort and pepper. thank god i'm not a vegetarian.

fifth leg: 30 minute boat ride to isla janitzio, a small island with no roads or cars, famous for its day of the dead celebrations.

on the way out of the island we got to witness the famous fishermen of the island fishing with their huge butterfly nets. i have a feeling it is more for show now, as the lake is dark as mud... and the fishermen actually asked for tips after showing us how they fish. hmm. fishy. all roads on the smelly, bug infested island (i blame the fish again) lead to the highest point, where there is a huge statue of one of the mexican heros of independence. for a mere 6 pesos you can climb to the top of the statue via a winding staircase which may or may not have caused a few panic attacks over the years. when you get to the very top you can look out of peep holes from the statue's raised fist at the beautiful views before figuring out how you are going to get yourself down again. for some reason these types of things have become very scary as an adult.

sixth leg: back from the island. and an hour long car ride to the city of uruapan, the city of avocados!

avocados are supposed to be big business in uruapan. so our first mission was to eat some. we found a great coffee shop and settled down with our books and ordered one order for each of us! within a few minutes, our mouths were on fire... because we seem to have found the only guacamole served with diced hot peppers. hot! in this town we also witnessed the strangest occurrence yet... an elephant being driven down the street. we couldn't really believe it. it turned out a circus was arriving in town. hmm. maybe now was a good time to leave.

seventh leg: 30 minutes (and a few surprise speedbumps) to the small town of angahuan.

to fully divulge our experience in angahuan... read on:

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Walking wounded.

If you were to walk past Jen and I today on the street today, you would think that we were a) 90 years old or b) recovering from a massive surgery. We are hobbling around, every step is painful – we look absolutely ridiculous. This must be what it feels like to age. Every part of our body aches from our heels to our backs.

No, we didn’t run a triathlon.
No, we didn’t walk the Appalachian Trial.
We went horseback riding.

Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? But seriously. We got a massive pounding from riding a horse! I have gained a whole new respect for cowboys and cowgirls.

Yesterday we drove out to a small town named Angahuan, a small indigenous Purepechan community near a volcano. In 1943, a local farmer witnessed the ground shaking and spurting steam. He tried to cover the earth, but eventually realized he needed to flee. A volcano was literally growing out of his cornfield. Within a year, it had raised 410 metres above the surrounding land and its lava had covered two surrounding villages. You can still see the steeple of one of the village churches protruding out of the field of lava.

The entire day trip takes 6 or 7 hours, including a hike up to the top of the dead volcano. Local horse riders lead you out on horseback from the village through ash-filled fields to the volcano, probably about a 2 and a half hour trip. Except these are not “guides” as you might traditionally expect. Ours happened to be a 14 year old boy named Tomas. And for some reason, he decided it was a good idea to have the horses trot and gallop a good chunk of the way. The first time that we began to gallop, I felt incredible! I couldn't believe it! I was a true Mexican Cabellera! And then it started to hurt. A lot. So much that I felt like my legs were being ripped off from my body. My bum was getting the pounding of a lifetime. My hands were paralyzed from hanging on for dear life. My horse felt it necessary to bite Jen's horse... and Jen. Tomas either loved watching us panic, or did not understand our Spanish... because he kept encouraging the horses to run. By the end, I thought my legs might never leave the squatting position. And that was only half of the marathon day trip.

When we arrived at the volcano (which was incredibly cool... and I don't want to take away from that fact... but this is a much better story), we could barely get off of our horses, let alone hike to the top. So we took the 'easy' route, which Tomas so kindly ran ahead to show us. I don't think he was out of breath once. Jen and I negotiated the loose lava rocks and did eventually make it to the top, although I could not actually feel my legs when we got there. The view was spectacular, and there was steam rising... a truly magical experience. And then the reward: we got to ski/skate/jump down a steep part of the volcano that is padded with sand-like ash. It was the best theme park ride I've ever been on. And then we remembered the hard and brutal truth: we had to get on those horses again. My knees buckled at the sight of them. Somehow I managed to get on, but I knew my body would not sustain two more hours of pounding. We broke the news to Tomas, and the horses slowly took most of the way back... until they got minds of their own and decided to pick up the pace. I don't think horses understand humans screaming, "STOP! OWWW! STOP!". Oh, it hurts to relive the pain. The next stop was at the old church that is the only remaining part of the two towns that were buried by the volcano when it erupted. Sticking out from a sea of lava, you can climb over the lava rocks to the steeple and the remains of the church. And then, it was back on the saddle again. But this time, it was pouring rain. At least the rain helped me to forget how much my bum was hurting.

Somehow we finished the expedition and got our broken bodies back to the hotel. Neither of us could move, as we were bruised, banged and scraped. Starting out the trip thinking that maybe I could be a real horse woman, I now realized that being a cowgirl is tough business... and maybe something that I should leave to someone else. And next time you go horseback riding, start slow, don't commit to the whole day. It is not as romantic as it might seem. A word from the wise.

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eighth leg: a painful 4 hour car ride to the coast.

zihua is an adorable little fishing town in a sheltered bay with beautiful beaches and cute hotels and bungalows. our bodies were happy to see the beach! with the help of our lonely planet guide, we found a little bungalow overlooking the beach with a huge outdoor kitchenette and patio with lounge chairs and hammocks. we have read a few books, eaten some fresh seafood and nursed our aching bodies back to health. we'll definitely be back next year. the ocean completes us. (except for the third degree burns on jen that she got from under the umbrella. explain that??)

and so it is. our road trip 2008 has come to an end. jen and i have had an amazing time. her brother is arriving this evening, and they are continuing the adventure for another couple of weeks. i, however, am getting on an overnight bus to mexico city in a few hours and i fly back out to canada tomorrow. just in time for canada day! as much as i adore and love mexico and all its quirky wonders, i am also eager to have some family, friends and canadiana back in my life.

jen: thanks for a trip similar to the highest quality romaine. i'll never eat iceberg again. xx

Monday, June 23, 2008

free and easy down the road i go.

my lovely friend jen clarke and i decided to get away and follow the road where it takes us. we wanted...

every seat to be a window seat
to wake up to the sound of the ocean and not the sound of an alarm clock
and
to find adventures that aren't on the map

so we left monterrey saturday morning with two starbucks lattes, a fully packed trunk and a map. it felt great to leave monterrey knowing that i'll be back... but that i have no ties to it for a month or two. often monterrey feels very far away from everything, but as soon as you have a car and you're heading down the road... places don't feel so far after all.

the first leg of our journey was planned to be the longest drive. we had hoped to make it all the way to san miguel, a colonial town in the heart of mexico. we had a few factors that were deterring us namely that i was pretty tired (ehem: hungover) from drinking three gigantic mojitos the night before. definite poor planning on my part. however, with some great tunes, healthy snacks (jen cut enough carrots and celery for the week and even boiled some eggs!) and a caffeine fix, i was good to go.

we drove the whole way, only stopping once for gas and a snack and made it to the heartland of mexico in only 7 hours! we saw lots of goats being herded on the side of the highway, watched the scenery change as we travelled through states and began our hatred of mexico's obsession with speed bumps.

things i love about road tripping with jen so far:

1. she has great taste in music and has even convinced me that i should give country music a try! and she loves to belt out songs with me.
2. she LOVES to read. between the two of us we have a library to entertain us.
3. she is a rockin' driver. and while driving is my favourite thing, my second favourite thing is being a navigator to a good driver.
4. she appreciates a delicious meal as much as i do. many culinary adventures to come!
5. we have a loose "plan" BUT she is spontaneous and is always ready for the unexpected.

now we are in colourful san miguel. and i like it.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

my affirmations for today.

a.k.a. how i will convince myself to get through the next two weeks. my professor is smart, hilarious and has great stories... but i am still struggling with getting through. here goes:

these are the best two weeks of my life
i am a strong, confident, capable woman
i believe in miracles, and welcome their manifesting
i focus well in class, contribute intelligently and am successful at menial academic tasks.
i am inspired
i am the opposite of bored
i love being indoors and revel in frigid air conditioning
every day, in every way, i get closer to finishing my enlightening masters degree.

Monday, June 09, 2008

bee season.

"you're either on the bus or you're off the bus"

sarah tambien and i took a trip back to the 60s on the weekend. her favourite chicago-based artist, andrew bird, decided to come to a music festival in mexico - and she didn't want to miss it! sarah wanted a partner-in-crime for her little adventure, and since everyone knows about my over-impulsive behaviours, she knew she could count on me.

chapter 1: "do they have hypnotic treatments to cure sleeping through alarms?" - me

our flight to cuernevaca was early saturday morning. friday evening we had celebrated our last night with all the girls with a sex in the city party, so i had gone to bed without packing, and completely unprepared. in true flemo form, i set my alarm leaving lots of time to shower and pack... and then slept right through it. i should mention that i also slept through TEN phone calls from sarah trying to wake me up. she ended up driving over and finding me still asleep when our cab was supposed to be picking us up! i threw a few things into a suitcase and we were out the door in less then 15 minutes. that'll make my parents proud.

chapter 2: "this is what happens when you let me plan!" - sarah tambien

we booked our tickets without knowing much about the concert at all. we knew it was an all-day festival that was only accessible by bus, but that was about it. our plan, according to sarah tambien, was going to be to bring all our luggage to the festival and camp there. uhh, great idea. except for one small snag. there wasn't actually camping allowed at the concert site. luckily, we thought to read through the spanish website at midnight the night before and were able to put some of the facts together. we booked a cheap hotel in cuernevaca, and planned to sleep there even though the concert was about an hour away. somehow, we also missed (or perhaps ignored) the messages that it would be cold, wet, muddy and rainy at the show. so, we showed up in flip flops, without rain gear and only one layer piece. yes, its true, we are THAT smart.

chapter 3: "besame mucho" - andrew bird

the location of the colmena festival itself was breathtaking. after managing to perfectly time our cab-plane-cab-hotel-cab-bus combination, we arrived at the jardin sagrado (otherwise known as sacred garden), which was an ecologically-friendly sanctuary sheltered by bee-hived shaped cliffs and small mountains. the location was idyllic, the acoustics were brilliant and the music was relaxing. having just finished a full year of teaching, sarah and i were exhausted. after we walked the long muddy path into the concert, we put down a sarong and lay down and relaxed for about an hour. we looked more like nappers then concert-goers, i imagine. even with the crowds of people, long lines for food and stinky toilets, sarah and i relaxed and enjoyed every minute. by the time the enchanting voice of andrew bird hit the stage, we hadn't let the chilly weather or on-again off-again rain get us down.

chapter 4: "which way to cuerna?" - both of us

andrew bird's show was short, but his presence was captivating. if you haven't heard him already, please go and download him now. you definitely won't be disappointed and you might even fall in love. sigur ros, a fabulously mellow group with classical influences (and even a brass band in their back pocket) was the big ticket item of the night. the problem remained that there were more then 6,000 people in the middle of nowhere that needed to be shuttled back to their various towns. mexicans are known for many lovely things, but being efficiently organized would definitely NOT be one of them. we really didn't want to be waiting in lines for hours into the night for our bus, so we broke the number one concert rule and actually left early. OF COURSE, in true mexican form, it still took them more then 45 minutes to get the first few hundred people organized! i don't want to even think of what it would have been like if we had been in the middle of the throngs of people that left at the official end of the concert.

chapter 5: "flying solo" - sarah tambien

as quickly as i had arrived, i turned around and left. i was out of monterrey for little more then 30 hours! i left sarah behind for her first solo travel adventure (something i truly believe every person should experience once in their life)... leaving my pseudo 60s adventure behind.