Showing posts with label places in Mexico. Show all posts
Showing posts with label places in Mexico. Show all posts

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Traveling down the Transpeninsular, part 3

If you want to read the previous posts about this journey, here's part 1 and here's part 2.

The third day of our trip down the Baja peninsula started in a most enchanting place. CataviƱa is truly in the middle of nowhere. It's 1 1/2 hours from the nearest gas station, and another 3 hours before the next one (if you're traveling south). There's no store, no church, nada. Just a hotel, Mexican style with the building surrounding lovely interior courtyards.

It's in the middle of the Boulder Fields. This whole region is filled with boulders, some as big as houses. Beautiful!

The small building in the photo above is a shrine, like the roadside shrines you see all along the highway, but it's behind the hotel.

What's so wonderful about this place is that the combination of small trees, cactus and boulders makes every view look like it was consciously landscaped.

Another thing - this area is where you start to see cirios (or boojums, to English speakers). There is nothing like these plants anywhere else in the world, and they grow only in the central part of the Baja peninsula. They're generally 10-20 feet high, but sometimes higher.

Strange, eh?

Well, we've got many miles to go, so I'll reluctantly leave our enchanted place behind. But if you'd like to know more about it, click here.

If you did happen to follow the last link, you might have read about the military checkpoints. I could do a whole post about the bad attitudes of Americans, but I'll leave it with a single comment. The soldiers at the checkpoints are incredibly polite. Every checkpoint has a sign in English explaining why they're there and saying what you should do if you're upset about how you're treated; and in our experience (which is considerable) the soldiers are consistently professional, treating people with respect, and they do not look for favors.

Here's a picture from one of the military checkpoints. Every one of them is well-kept, and maintained with pride. The soldiers landscape the areas along the road, and do a good job of it, too, with local plants and other objects (shells or bones or rocks laid out in interesting patterns, etc.)

If I remember correctly, in the entire 100 miles of the peninsula there are 5 checkpoints.

So, a mere 3 hours later, we've gone through the most desolate part of the peninsula which has almost no plants since it basically never rains there (this is around Guerrero Negro, at the border between Baja California and Baja California Sur). And after another 2 1/2 hours we're near the east coast of the peninsula, facing the Sea of Cortez. But first we need to past Tres Virgenes, a series of volcanos that last erupted in the mid-1700's so I think they're technically still active.

And finally we reach the Sea of Cortez and the town of Santa Rosalia. This is a historic mining town (copper) where there has been a working mine for about 130 years. The mine was recently re-opened using new technology and the town is booming.

Here's a photo of the old mine entrance, at the entrance to the town. At that point in its history it was an underground mine. The new mine is an open pit mine, not visible from the road.

We really like Santa Rosalia - it's got a unique ambience because it was built by the French - but we wanted to get a bit farther south this time, so we kept going another hour to Mulege. A pity, since this is - in our opinion - the worst tourist town on the peninsula, with a very creepy vibe to it. But if you love palm trees more than anything, Mulege is probably the town for you (if you don't mind horrible floods every few years).

However, we wanted to get home before dark the next day, so getting an hour further south was worth it. And this is where I'll leave you until tomorrow, when I'll post the last installment of the journey, where we pass some stunning mountains, the twin of the Central Valley of (Alta) California, and visit a shop that sells traditional rancho objects.

Until then, bendiciones!

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Traveling down the Transpeninsular, part 1

We may live far from our sons, and their families are far from each other, but we're all near the Pacific coast. This year is the first year I've had a camera to take photos of the road trip that we take each year to see our family. We go from the southern tip of the Baja peninsula all the way to Mendocino 1800 miles north of here (and back, of course!). It's a wondrous panorama that includes green desert, salt flats, chaparral, redwood forests, wine country, large cities, vast agricultural regions and views of mountains, the ocean and the Sea of Cortez. For the next 3 posts I'm going to show you the last section of the trip, from Santa Barbara south through the Baja peninsula.

We left Santa Barbara on Wednesday morning and took freeways that skirt the San Gabriel mountains and go east of the LA basin in order to miss the ever-horrible LA traffic. Although one would expect this part of the trip to be the easiest (due to uncrowded multi-lane freeways) it is actually the most exhausting. We always cross the border at Tecate, which is about 45 minutes east of San Diego, because the freeway ends in San Diego and from that point on there is a lovely country road (Highway 94) that takes you to the border.

There are a few horse farms along the route, and a couple of small communities. One of them is named Dulzura, which means "sweetness" in spanish.

One thing that we love about the mountains around Tecate is the boulders. These mountains look just like the ones surrounding Santa Barbara.



I've loved rocks all my life, ever since I took a geology class at the Junior Museum in Sacramento when I was nine. I've always wanted to have a house with a stone fireplace, or a stone foundation (which I now have). So every time we pass this boulder-rich area, my heart sings. "Bless the Lord, you mountains and hills; sing praise to Him and highly exalt Him forever." (Dan. 3:82)

It took 5 1/2 hours to get from Santa Barbara to Tecate. We stayed in a nice hotel/restaurant near the edge of town. It took me several years to find a decent hotel in Tecate. It's a working town - the Tecate beer plant is the largest employer, and there is also a Toyota plant there along with other manufacturers. Definitely NOT a charming town, but it's quite a bit smaller than Tijuana (about 65,000 people rather than a couple of million). But before we found out a good place to stay there, we would have to drive all the way to Ensenada to find a hotel, and that's another 2 1/2 hours. So now we make the first day of travel a short one, to rest up a bit after all the stress of driving in the U.S. And this hotel is the last place where I can be sure of an internet connection for the rest of the journey.

TOMORROW: Wine country, El dia de Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe, and farming in Baja.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Week Ending 16 noviembre

I'm joining with Wanda et al over at her blog, Reinventing Mother, for


We had a very satisfying weekend. It started on Friday in the late afternoon when I was returning with the ministry team from the small farming communities we serve. The largest mountain near us (at 7000ft) was wrapped in clouds, both above and below its peak, and as we were zooming down the freeway I had to try to take a photo - it was SO beautiful, and the full moon was in view as well!

Mountains and sky, O bless the Lord; to Him be highest glory and praise forever!

Great news: I finally finished my modesty top!

Notice my right arm? That's the one that is still recovering from rotator cuff injuries from power knitting. I can now lift it this high! YAY!

I made more mistakes with this project than any other that I've ever done (I'm pretty perfectionistic!) but happily they don't show. I'm learning to relax about things and not allow the small details to take over my perspective.

Saturday the Pirate and I drove out to Las Matanzas, one of the small communities I visit every week with the team. I wanted the Pirate to see this beautiful area.

The area is one of farms and ranches. I'm not sure what crops they grow in these large fields, although we've seen sage (the herb) being grown under shade cloth on one of the farms.

First we drove down to the end of the road, to the community of Meliton. There are always lots of cattle (from the ranchos) along the side of the road, so you have to be careful in driving, since you never know when you'll meet up with a cow crossing the road.

This is the entrance to Meliton. The town reminds us of some of the small farming communities of (Alta) California.

There is a large aquifer fed by the nearby mountains which is how this area gets its water. The mountains get more annual rain than Seattle, so the water supply is generous.

Matanzas isn't really a town. There is an area where the chapel, the school and the "House of Health" (where the visiting doctor does exams) are located. There is a small grocery store about 2 miles away, near the road to Meliton (which is much bigger, maybe 500 people).

This is a typical fence around these parts.

After our return from our drive, I decided to make some sweet potato brownies to use up the last of the sweet potatoes that the Pirate had harvested several weeks ago. There was no flour in the recipe since I have a gluten sensitivity. I put a bunch of chocolate bits and pecans in them and they turned out quite tasty!


I won't be doing a Week Ending post next week since we'll be on the road, driving 1250 miles to Santa Barbara, California for Thanksgiving with the family. I hope your Thanksgiving is as wonderful as ours promises to be!

Monday, September 2, 2013

Week ending 31 Agosto

Linking up with Wanda at Reinventing Mother for
I encourage any bloggers who might be reading this to join us in this linkup. It's a great way to be mindful of how you fill your weekend, hopefully with good things.

FRIDAY was my first time serving with the team from our church that goes out to one of the VERY small ranching communities nearby to serve mass and provide spiritual support. The team I'm on goes there every Friday (there's another community that is served by a different team from our church). Most of the time one of the religious sisters of our parish leads the mass and serves communion, although sometimes our priest is able to come out to conduct the mass.

There are 3 of us lay women who go with her to sing, do the readings, and bring the love of Christ to the small congregation there.

This is their "capilla" - their church building. The man on the far right took the offering with his hat. There were about 15 people there for the mass (not counting us). I don't know how they ever got enough money to get the building as far along as it is currently, because the congregation is very small and quite poor. One of my prayers for them is that God will provide the resources for a roof and windows.

We got back home just in time for the daily evening mass at our parish. Although I had just been to mass, I felt the need to hear the homily, and I am SO glad I did! It was the feast day for Santa Rosa de Lima, patroness of Latin America and the Philippines (where I was born), and the first nun in the Americas.

I had heard people say that sometimes a saint will adopt a person (rather than the person choosing a patron saint) and I know that Santa Rosa adopted me. However, I have had a hard time getting close to her because she was so austere in her approach to God. Padre's homily cleared that up for me (at least in my heart; my head still doesn't get it). I hope to do a post soon on Santa Rosa, but I want to talk with Padre further about her first.

After mass I stopped at the neighborhood mini-super (grocery store) and got a couple of ice cream bars. These are the top of the line Mexican bars, sort of like Dove bars.

I bought these for the weekend, since I (mostly) try to follow the "no-S" diet", first brought to my attention by the amazing Jen Fulwiler, patron saint of Catholic mom bloggers everywhere.

SATURDAY started out sort of unfocused, so we decided to go to La Paz to get a few things that were on our Big City shopping list. We went to the mercado area, passing by David's favorite hardware store:

(this is him walking past the things that the store puts out on the sidewalk to entice people like us) and finally found a store that sells molcajetes, although you wouldn't guess that from a glance inside:

It looks like a saddle shop to me. If you want to see a picture of the molcajete I bought there, you'll have to come back later in the week when I post pictures of the cooking lesson that Padre is going to give me tomorrow, which will be a salsa with chicharrones.

On the way out of the city we stopped at Dairy Queen (!?) Yep, right here in Baja California Sur! I've always been a DQ fan but there are VERY FEW of them in the SF Bay Area where we lived most of our lives, so I'm pretty stoked to find one here in my corner of Mexico.

Since it was 97 degrees outside, it was a perfect topper to the day, sitting in the air-conditioned building having an ice cream. There aren't any air conditioned buildings in our town, but then our town doesn't get as hot as La Paz - it's generally about 10 degrees cooler here.

Because of all the rain we've had in the last week, the desert has turned eye-poppingly green. Actually, what we have here isn't technically desert, it's tropical deciduous forest: mostly bushes and short trees, punctuated by cardones (the Baja version of saguaros).

SUNDAY it seemed like we needed to continue with the ice cream theme, since it was pretty hot, even in our town. So I went to the local ice cream store, where they make MEXICAN ice cream (nothing like DQ or Dove bars) and got 3 flavors to take home: Kahlua, fig, and...BACON, which actually has bits of bacon in it! I also stopped at the local greengrocer's and found out that not only had their big metal pull-down door blown off in Tropical Storm Juliette, but their roof had blown off as well. No problems - they strung up some tarps to give shoppers and produce some shade and stayed open for business, since the whole town relies on this one store for a full range of veggies and fruits.

Just as I was about to start writing this post I heard what sounded like a horse neighing. I picked up my camera and went outside, and sure enough, the local herd of horses was hanging out across the road from our house.

This is not a wild herd, but they are allowed to roam free in our neighborhood. Usually they stay in the areas where there are no homes, but occasionally they'll meander over to where houses are and have been known to munch on people's plants. I've even seen them on porches, nibbling on potted plants!

I hope you all had a productive yet relaxing weekend. Check out Wanda's blog for more Week Ending stories.


Thursday, August 22, 2013

7 Quick Takes from Mexico

I'm joining up with Jen and the gang at Conversion Diary for Seven Quick Takes with the hope of getting some bits and pieces of things up and out of my list of draft posts.

[1] I went to Holy Hour this evening before mass, and just as I got there it sounded like all the fire engines and ambulances in town were racing to what must have been a giant emergency. About 10 minutes before mass started, they came racing back the other way, horns and sirens blaring. A minute later ALL the bomberos (volunteer fire department), including the junior group of bombero trainees and the Cruz Roja (Red Cross) people, marched into the church. What was going on? They sat down around me and remained through the end of Holy Hour.

When the mass started, Padre welcomed them all and announced that they were there to give thanks to God and the mass was dedicated to honoring their service in the community. I was trying to imagine all the members of the Mendocino Volunteer Fire Department, of which my son Matt is one, going to church together to give thanks to God and have the pastor bless them - NOT going to happen in our lifetime! At the end of the mass Padre went outside with them where their vehicles were parked and blessed the whole group. And of course, I didn't have my camera with me because you don't need a camera in church...RIIIGHT! (I'll try not to make THAT mistake again).

[2] Last week I did a series of posts about a trip we made to mainland Mexico. Our priest had invited us to come stay with him and his family (mom, brothers & sisters, and MANY nephews) while he was on vacation, and we were delighted and honored, so off we went. However, I forgot to do a post of the day we spent exploring Padre's home city of Leon (BAD FAIL!). Leon is the leather capital of Mexico, and I've never seen so many shoe stores! Whole shopping malls of stores selling only leather goods, entire mercados with hundreds of tiendas filled with purses, streets with shoe stores on all four corners. However, as this link describes, that's not what the people of Leon are most proud of (it's a great story!)

We went to the cathedral and I fell in love with this statue of Mary, holding her Son's crown of thorns. Unfortunately I didn't get a clear enough photo, so I guess I'll just have to go back to take another one!


[3] Something else that really impressed me was an altar in the cathedral museum. It was made by a famous Mexican artisan for Pope Benedict to use when he visited Leon last year. The entire thing is silver, and it was made as an act of love, not because the Pope asked for it (I can't even imagine that humble man asking for anything!) So now that it's in a museum we all get to enjoy the amazing craftsmanship of this piece.


[4] I was praying the rosary recently and when I got to Jesus being crowned with a crown of thorns God showed me something I had never seen before. Jesus is the King, so it is right that he was crowned. If the people who crowned him did it to mock him, that doesn't affect the fact that the King should have a crown. It's not the intent of the giver that matters; it's the significance in God's eyes that counts. Even though the soldiers put a crown on Jesus to shame him, his dignity in suffering showed that he was worthy to wear it. Here's an image from the Cristo Rey monument we visited, in which a huge crown of thorns encircles the entire interior of the church.


[5] Back at home, we've been working on our "outside house" - a huge palapa-covered patio (a palapa is a roof of palm leaves) - to make it more usable, since the hot weather has finally arrived and it's actually cooler under the palapa than in the house. The outdoor kitchen and dining areas needed work. Two of the four chairs in our dining area had been wrecked by being out in the rain - the woven esparto grass seats had fallen apart - so I painted them and wove new seats using colored strapping tape. Here's a pic of what the chairs looked like before (with the woven grass seats) and what they look like now.


[6] As a birthday present (my birthday is Sunday), David made me a cabinet for our outdoor kitchen because I had nowhere to put pots, pans, plates, etc. I made a mosaic top from tiles left over from our guest suite construction, and today I grouted it.


[7] Well, I can't top Jen's scorpions (although we have them down here, but apparently nowhere near as many) but here is an interesting bug that just showed up on our living room floor. It's not poisonous, just big with VERY long antennas.


With that great ending (?) I'm sure you'll want to find better images to fill your mind, so fly on over to Jen's and see what else is there - a plethora of options, I assure you.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Pirate Post #4

As I get ready to hit "publish" on this post I am in a hotel in Guadalajara with the Pirate, beginning a week of sightseeing with our priest as tour guide. He wants to show us around his home state (Guanajuato) while talking with us about a couple of programs he'd like us to be involved in. What an amazing blessing this is - I know we would never have come over to the mainland as tourists by ourselves, but to see these places through the eyes of a native Mexican is a real privilege. We'll be here a week and I promise to write about it when we get back.

Meanwhile, here's one of my favorite poems that the Pirate wrote for me. It's such a tender ode to a secure relationship.


The Waves of Wednesday

My porpoise wife has learned to breathe underwater
She exhales rhythmically as the little blue waves of Wednesday
Lap against our sides in the dark
The water’s warm here, under the covers,
In the wee hours before the moon insinuates it’s gravity,
And pulls our tidal coverings back out,
To be lost at sea again.

I’m thinking everything, but mostly how good
The warm mud of our mattress feels
As it squishes between my quickly evolving toes.
We used to be trout, the porpoise and I,
Back in the 60’s. Fast rainbows flashing in and out of schools
Being cool, avoiding those Vietnamese hooks
And a higher education

Without warning, an attack boat
Races across our bay and stops beside me
Its loud propeller buzzing.
I rise up, grow arms and harpoon the thing
Moby Dick-like with a deadly blow amidships
The porpoise rolls and I flipper back up to her
Hoping the alarming boat has fully sunk,
But knowing that in 9 minutes it will attack again
And we’ll surrender

I heave myself out onto the rock of my pillow
A fish out of water, mouth working noiselessly
In an attempt to produce its first words.
“It’s early” I inform the retreating flood
A cotton mouthed valedictorian, standing in the Bay of Fundee
“Umm” the porpoise replies
And slips quietly back
Beneath the softly retreating waves of Wednesday

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Week Ending 3 de Agosto

After last weekend, we were glad that this one was so quiet. There were special masses every day from the previous Friday through Wednesday, meaning that the Pirate was playing with the music team every evening. This Thursday, when there was nothing special going on, both the Pirate & I remarked that it felt like Saturday. Same thing the next day - it still felt like Saturday; and of course Saturday felt like Saturday, so we experienced a very LONG, relaxing weekend.

We went to the city (La Paz) on Friday to check out the long-term parking situation at the airport, since we're flying out of La Paz on Tuesday to go to mainland Mexico. We hadn't been to that airport in 5 years and didn't know what type of long-term parking is available, so we checked it out ahead of time. Then we went to a favorite restaurant of ours near the cathedral...

...where we had guacamole with fried grasshoppers! I neglected to take a picture, but it wouldn't have mattered because you couldn't tell that they were grasshoppers anyway. They were sort of shredded and looked a lot like dried shredded chiles. They had a really nice flavor which went well with the guacamole.

We strolled back to the car through the plaza next to the church, where the Pirate sat down to wait for me to stop taking photos of the cathedral.

Here's what I was taking pictures of:

It's actually quite small - no bigger than our parish church in our small town. But it was built a couple of hundred years ago when La Paz was smaller than our town was.

We spent Saturday basically just lying around reading (and of course I was crocheting something too). We had some friends over for dinner and I finally got to use my wood cook stove - a real boon when the weather is hot, because using the gas stove in the house really heats the house up.


Sunday after mass we enjoyed the cool weather outside and read most of the day. Here's a picture of me in my church clothes - sort of a WIWS non-linkup. Pretty bright, huh? But hey, it's Mexico!


And for a great ending to the weekend, we went to the festival that was being held in the park and surrounding roads in our neighborhood, two blocks from our house.

We walked down about 8pm, which was pretty early - very few people were there. Things don't start hopping until it's dark around here.

There were rides for the kids as well as carnie games and lots of food.

There was a band playing ranchero music (the local style) which always has an accordian in the band, which I love. We sat and listened to the music, but left before the real entertainment began (described as "cultural entertainment" by the emcee). We got home about 9:45 and the festival activities were just getting started!


To see what the ever-gracious Wanda and others did over the weekend, stroll on over to Reinventing Mother - Wanda's blog and a great place to hang out, especially if you love flowers, as I do!