Hacienda Guadalupe

Welcome to our humble little abode south of the border!  We have settled into a 2-bedroom, 2-bath rental house in the village of San Antonio Tlayacapan (Ta lie ya ca pon), which borders the village of Ajijic. To give some perspective, since we walk everywhere, it is a 20-minute walk into the heart of Ajijic, which is the area we had focused on prior to our move.  To live here is to feel as if you have stepped back into the past about 50 years, given the cobblestone streets and caballeros on horseback in various parts of town.  Terry and I still have a difficult time believing we are actually here, then we hear the occasional rooster and that seems to bring us back to the present!

In an attempt to draw you into our world, I thought I would take you on a tour of the house and gardens within our gated walls.  Since we live in a very temperate climate, with the daytime temp hovering around 75 and a nighttime temp of 65 degrees, we are told everything grows here.  The plants are numerous and very prolific, with brilliantly colored flowers.  I have not yet studied the names of the plants that thrive here, but have already noted many that we grew during our time in Arizona.  Given the increased humidity, I venture to guess that plants here grow at a much more rapid pace.  One of our neighbors told us yesterday that if one were to cut the top off of a pineapple and plant it, a new pineapple would appear in about 6 months (hard to imagine).

We are nearing the end of the rainy season but almost daily we still receive some precipitation, or at least beautiful billowy clouds which drape down over the mountaintops.  Many of the rainstorms arrive at night and the thunder and lightning that accompany them can be quite spectacular.

So, enough of my ranting.  Let’s take a tour!

This is a view outside the gate of Hacienda Guadalupe, a very small community of 6 homes, with ours being the only rental.

Given that we live amongst other homeowners who take advantage of the perfect climate, we are enjoying the fruits of their labors.  The gardens are just lovely!

You can tell who is not a homeowner here.  Ours is a rather bland landscape compared to the rest of the neighborhood.  We may have to do something about that!

Let’s take a peek into the inside of this lovely hacienda, shall we?

This is the kitchen, where all the serious cooking is done (once it is stocked).

The living room ~ note the brick ceiling, which is called a boveda in Mexico.  It is the Spanish name for arch and is a very strong support system that insulates the house against both the summer’s heat and winter’s chilly nights.  Most Mexican homes do not have heat or air conditioning and it is not an inconvenience, due to the temperate climate.

Next stop master bedroom, with a bath, office and walk-in closet off of it.  Don’t I sound like a realtor trying to sell you something?

Note the use of the boveda once again for the ceiling.

Quaint little patio off the kitchen and master bedroom.  Great place to enjoy a nice comida (lunch).

Welcome to our mirador, the covered rooftop terrace, where spectacular views of the lake and mountains can be found.  Our guilty pleasure is to enjoy a great meal, accompanied by a lovely bottle of wine, or watch the sunset, also accompanied by a lovely bottle of wine, from this vantage point.

Here are a couple of views from our rooftop.

Did I mention that we have two bedrooms?  Plenty of room for those wishing to escape the cold winters in the US!  Until next time ~ adios!

Mexican Independence Day

I cry for liberty, I cry for the end of slavery, I cry for independence, I cry for Mexico!  Viva Mexico, Viva!  ~ El Grito attributed to Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla

Today Mexicans around the country are celebrating their bicentennial, 200 years since the beginning of the revolution that resulted in their freedom from Spanish oppression.  A priest by the name of Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla, in the pre-dawn hours of September 16, 1810, led the uprising that began the 11 year struggle for independence.  Although he did not live to see the freedom that he fought so hard for, as he was executed in June 1811, he is still known as The Father of Mexico.

Last evening, plazas throughout Mexico came alive with celebrations, reenactments of the struggles their ancestors experienced 200 years ago, along with gastronomic delights, music and dancing. We are told that these festivities should continue throughout the weekend.  We spent a little time in the Ajijic plaza and could sense the pride and excitement of the locals in the air.  At 11pm the church bells began to peal and the cohetes (fireworks) appeared, some beautiful and some just loud, although not as loud as we were warned that they can be during these festivals.  These lasted about 20 minutes, which allowed us to get a good night’s rest (something we were not expecting).

Mexican Flags Flying over the Plaza
Amazing Mariachi Group

This morning, while greeting the day with a wonderful cup of Mexican coffee, we heard drums, as from a marching band.  Terry jumped up with his camera and out the door he went.  An unexpected parade materialized, full of schoolchildren in uniform, marching bands, floats and strutting horses, with their caballeros donning traditional dress.  It seemed that everyone who lived in this lovely village was on the sidewalk, smiling as these angelic children marched by.  Terry seemed to capture the essence of this morning in the faces of the children.

Who knows what this evening’s festivities may bring – more cohetes?  Thank goodness for a white noise machine!

Viva Mexico, Viva!

Mexico Here We Come!

We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate.  The world is all gates, all opportunities.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

We are clearly on our way to our next adventure, no turning back (well not at least until the plane lands in Guadalajara!).  This still seems so surreal to me and I wonder if it does to Terry as well.  Outwardly he seems very calm to me and I probably to him, although if he was sitting closer and the noise of the jet engines were not an issue, he might hear something different.  I feel that I have one foot still firmly placed in US soil and another toe tentatively touching soil south of the border.  I am thinking that it is one thing to be venturing into retirement and another to be doing this by heading out of your native land for a time.  A verse from an Eagles’ song pops into my head “A little voice in my head said don’t look back.  You can never look back.”  So, here we go, as our wheels touch down in Guadalajara, Mexico.

Our flight is 30 minutes late, due to a change in equipment in Phoenix, but still our taxi service, guided by Joseph, is patiently waiting for us as we emerge from customs.  We soon learn that he is the owner of the B&B where we will be staying for the next week, a man who has been in Ajijic 7 years, emigrating from Syria, by way of California.  He is a gentle soul who firmly believes that you should not sweat the small stuff (which most everything is) and that we should keep in mind that we are visitors in this beautiful country and not try to change what is.  We instantly know that we are going to like him.

On our first night we had a lovely dinner at a restaurant named Ninette’s just down the street from our B&B.  Many restaurants in this area have garden settings, as does this one, so the views are beautiful; the staff is amazingly friendly; and the food was “muy delicioso”,  which was an expression I used on the owner with my meager Spanish.  He promptly responded, “So, you enjoyed it, did you?” and seemed to take much joy in tricking me.  We met the wait staff, the owner and the chef and felt like we were one of the family before we left.  We had dined here earlier this year and the experience was as great this time.

We reconnected with a couple (Erin and Kevin) who were most gracious the last time we visited Ajijic and have been more so this time.  They have been instrumental in giving us sage advice in the areas of house hunting, getting a cell phone set up (which has been a test in patience and I believe we have passed), restaurants to frequent, the best shopping areas, yoga teachers, etc, etc.  We already consider them friends and do not know how we will ever be able to repay them for their kindness.  Fortunately, they subscribe to the same theory as we do, to pay it forward.

Kevin has a blog that we have followed for some time, one of many since we entertained the idea of spending some time in this colorful country.  Kevin is very articulate and weighs in on many topics, so I have attached his blog spot for your viewing pleasure: http://caffeinatedcalm.blogspot.com.

Erin has a spiritual side that appeals to be immensely so I am looking forward to growing through spending time with her.  She has already given me advice on the best yoga instructors in the area and is practiced in the field of massage.  I feel that we are blessed to have been introduced to this lovely couple.  As of this writing, thanks to the two of them, we have rented a lovely home that we will be moving into this weekend.  As soon as we are settled, pictures will follow!

For those of you who may be concerned about our safety or wondering about how we are adapting to the change in culture, we are doing well.  We have walked the streets of this quaint village after dark and the locals and those who are part-time and permanent transplants could not be friendlier.  It has only been a few days, but so far, so good.

I am attaching a few pictures of Ajijic so you can enjoy the flavor of this area.  Enjoy!

Ajijic Plaza
Colon Street - Quaint and Cobblestoned
Caballero


Friendship in the Valley of the Sun

There is nothing more to be prized than true friendship.  ~Saint Thomas Aquinas~

September 7th and 8th ~ our last two nights in the states for awhile

We spent the last two nights, before heading south of the border, getting reacquainted with friends Marcia and Carl.  When I think of true friends, I think of those who you may lose touch with for a time, but when you come back together or connect on the phone, it is as if time has stood still, and you pick up just where you left off.  This is the connection we feel with Marcia and Carl.  They generously opened their home to us and they epitomize all that is important in life, a warm, loving, giving spirit and a wonderful sense of humor.  All that we could do for them in return was to offer them a good meal at a lovely restaurant before we left.  What a great way to spend our last nights in the states!

Lu and Marcia
Terry, Lu, Marcia & Carl

Until we meet again, much joy and happiness!

Bryce Canyon National Park ~ Land of Hoodoos and Fins

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God.  Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature.  I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.  ~Anne Frank~

Sunday, September 5th – Bryce Canyon National Park

Where have I been all my life?!  While I reflect back on my many corporate years, sitting behind a desk, I could easily berate myself for letting life slip away as I look at the breathtaking beauty of this land of red rocks and fabulous architecture.  Why did it take me so long to experience all that I now see around me, when it was right outside my back door for so many years?  I vow to not look back but ahead at what is to come.

Sunday morning dawned clear and with the promise of a beautiful day for hiking the canyon.  We opted for the Queen’s Garden/Peekaboo Loop, a 6.5 mile venture into an ancient land of hoodoos, fins, and the Wall of Windows.  As we hiked down into the canyon, we experienced a 360 degree view of red rock and limestone spires reaching up into the deepest cerulean blue sky we had ever seen.  Although this was a well-traveled trail, it seemed that if you stood perfectly still, you could almost hear the whispers of the spirits who passed through these parts centuries ago.  It was a very humbling experience and a somewhat difficult hike at times for someone who had not slept much the night before.

Enjoy the slideshow of pictures that is Terry’s contribution to this adventure!

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