Galapagos: A Cautionary Tale

So, you're going to the Galapagos.  Word of warning:  If you are do it yourself and gullible travelers like us, be cautious.  We were lied to and cheated by “Freddy”, a tour operator on land in Puerto Ayora, Santa Cruz Island.  Better to book on a yacht or tour boat than trust, at least, Freddy. That experience put a damper on our week-long stay there, so read this blog through that filter.

Our first encounter with one of the Galapagos giant tortoises

 This archipelago nearly a 1000 miles off the coast of Ecuador consists of hundreds of islands and or rock formations, six of which are habitable, fewer of which you actually have time to visit, unless you take a cruise.  You land on Baltra Island and take a bus, a ferry and a bus to reach Puerta Ayora on the island of Santa Cruz.  The best island to visit is Isabela, though getting there from Santa Cruz Island is a little rough, involving a two hour trip in a “launcha”—a medium sized fishing boat holding about 16 smooshed people getting soaking wet and often throwing up-- and this is one of the closer islands to Santa Cruz.

Baltra Island--near the airport

 The islands themselves (the two we saw) are mounds of black or reddish lava depending on age, reddish being older.  Scrub growth—whatever can survive the extreme conditions covers much of the lava.  Iguanas cover the rest (just joking, but we saw literally millions, some of which were underfoot lining walking trails).  Sometimes you find a brackish lagoon, kind of an orange-ish color, often home to flamingoes whose heads seem to be constantly underwater.

Lagoon with flamingos

 A lush, eco-gorgeous landscape it is not.  Moonscape better describes a lot of it.  And the wildlife?  Galapagos giant tortoises, check:  mostly viewed in captivity or in breeding centers.  Blue-footed boobies, check:  saw four; only one close up the day we did NOT have our camera, wouldn’t you know? Iguanas, check:  marine iguanas by the millions; land iguanas only in captivity.  Penguins, check:  saw three tiny ones at a distance…were they penguins or boobies???  Exotic birds, check:  saw a couple at a distance, but couldn’t identify them and couldn’t understand our Spanish speaking guide.  Finches, check:  saw hundreds, everywhere.  Sea turtles, check:  saw a few, swam with one while snorkeling, and two mating on the fly. 

On the way to Tortuga Bay--much of the islands looks this way

 Beautifully colored fish in clear as glass water, check:  we saw wonderful fish and some sea plants (though the coral reefs are dead as a result of global warming) while snorkeling.  Manta rays and sharks, check:  saw one manta while snorkeling, several along with sharks “resting” at the bottom of a secluded channel as we gazed down on them from a high cliff above.  Flamingos check:  saw thirty or more in a secluded lagoon.  Lizards and red crabs, check:  saw lots.

A Sally crab on the island of Tintoreras.

We had two very wonderful experiences.  One was the snorkeling; it was awe-inspiring and so much fun.  The other was staying (at our own expense after paying “Freddy” for a hotel we went to and decided we couldn’t tolerate) at La Casita de la Playa on Isabela Island.  It is a tiny hotel right on the most beautiful beach imaginable and our hosts, Theresa and Andres, were the nicest people we have met our whole time in Ecuador.  They made us feel so welcome and at home.  Always saying, “descansa, descansa” (rest, rest) and giving us really good information about where to go and what to do.  What a delight an honest person with a nice smile and a friendly and welcoming manner is to make your anniversary vacation (our 42^nd) truly memorable.  If you are a do it yourselfer, go immediately to Isabela Island and find La Casita de la Playa.  You will feel you are in paradise.

You can stop reading here—the overview is pretty much over, but for those diehards, here is a daily blow-by-blow.

Day One (Friday):  Arrived in Puerto Ayora after about seven hours of travel only to meet “Freddy” upon alighting the bus.  He immediately did his hard-sell song and dance that we, sadly, bought into it.  He was good—“best hotels, best restaurants, best tours, English-speaking guide, all at way less than anyone else will offer you.  And you have to have a guide to go with you anywhere in the National Parks.”  Readers, consider most, if not all of the above, lies.  But we believed and lost a bundle. (Enough said about our stupidity!)

Friday afternoon Freddy hooked us up with our guide, Eduardo, who took us to see some turtles in a private reserve.  Eduardo, who barely spoke English and  could not understand many of our questions and often walked 100 yards ahead of us reading his “Watchtower” to improve his English or talked to whomever was in earshot in loud and almost impossible to understand Spanish, or sang loudly as we walked.  The turtles were cool, and we got some video of one lumbering across some grass and down a knoll.  Larry crawled into an available shell for the “turista fun shot…human turtle”.

Day Two (Saturday):  Eduardo again, same as before, but fun at times (he was nuts, actually, which can be fun.)  Walked an hour and a half to “Tortuga Bay—beautiful white sand beach”, and it was (but the walk was hot and grueling).  Walked farther to a clear water lagoon and swam for about half an hour.  Back for lunch (and by this time the rice, potatoes and tough, stringy meat or fish meals were wearing thin) and off to our two-hour miserable “launcha” ride to Isabela.  We were picked up and driven to Freddy’s idea of a “best hotel”—interior was cute, but it was situated, literally, amongst a community of bare cinder block shacks with tin roofs, each housing entire large families and at least three roosters each, all crowing endlessly.  We left, took a taxi and found our wonderful Casita de la Playa and were happy from then on with our accommodations—though angry that Freddy had lied to us about the hotel.

La Casita de la Playa Hotel--Isabela Island: truly close to perfect.

Beach in front of La Casita--we practically had it to ourselves.

Day Three (Sunday):  Teresa and Andres suggested we walk on the beach to a trail leading to some lagoons and to the island’s turtle breeding center.  This was an hour and a half walk, too, but it was interesting (and Eduardo was not with us—he stays on Santa Cruz).  Not real attractive landscape, as we’ve said, but interesting lava formations, saw the thirty flamingoes and finally reached the hatchery where there were turtles of all sizes…from tiny one year olds, about the size of our box turtles to gigantic ancient ones.  A giant one walked over to the wall by which we were standing and stuck his big head up at us.  Sue thought he was hungry, so broke off some nearby leaves, and he gobbled them; hope that was okay !

Sue feeding a giant tortoise

That afternoon we took Freddy’s booked tour of Tintoreras, an island of "aa" lava spit- outs (as opposed to flows)—they look like tiny towers of black with lichen growing on them here and there.  The place was covered with marine iguanas and that’s where we saw the tiny penguins, a couple of blue-footed boobies, red crabs, lizards and "sleeping" sharks. After the tour we went to a fantastic lagoon and snorkeled our brains out.  If you’ve snorkeled, you know.  If not, do it.  What a thrill!

 White tipped sharks "sleeping" in a channel near Tintoreras Island.

 Day Four (Monday):  Scheduled by Freddy to climb a volcano, but bowed out.  We did that in Guatemala and it nearly did Sue in.  Once is enough.  Instead, we walked all over the island via the beach, found a great snorkeling lagoon, rented gear and did it ourselves.  It was a good day.  Ditched the rice, potato and stringy something meal for two giant lobsters to celebrate our anniversary.  Pricey, but memorable.

Luxury accommodations for island hopping in the Galapagos.

 Day Five (Tuesday):  Up at 5:00 am to catch the launcha back to Santa Cruz.  Pretty stomach churning and a little you-know-what going on (fortunately with others and not us).  Arrived in Santa Cruz, blasted Freddy for his dishonesty, and went to our hotel, “La Casa Natura” (claiming a pool…yes, with scum floating on top, but the room was okay and the help was nice and helpful, though not in a class with Teresa and Andres).  Again it is in the middle of a community neighborhood, way off the beaten path, but not so many roosters.

 In the afternoon, Eduardo (yes again) took us to the Darwin Center.  The center’s few exhibits have not been updated in several years, and the whole place seemed run down and bedraggled. A few exhibits, another turtle breeding center and “Lonesome George’s (who died June 24^th this year) special house, now housing the two females he refused to mate with.

  

One of the endangered Galapagos land iguanas at the Charles Darwin Center, Santa Cruz Island

Day Six (Wednesday):  Rested in the morning and took Freddy’s planned tour of the harbor there at Puerto Ayora.  We were skeptical, of course, but it turned out to be a really fun ending--helping us to leave on a high note.  We were one of about five couples on the boat, our guide spoke almost understandable Spanish, and the “captain” of the boat was a hoot.  Both he and the guide told jokes (some of which we got), the folks on the boat (Chilean, Argentinian, Colombian and us) laughed and laughed. 

Though we were without a camera since Freddy said it was a snorkeling tour, we saw the blue footed booby up close, and he put on quite a show; saw one exotic bird (but don’t know what) and then another (ditto), more sharks sleeping, crabs and yet another million marine iguanas.  Finally, and carefully, we crawled over craggy lava for about 20 minutes to come to “Las Grietas”, a crevice in the lava that we were told was thousands of feet deep.  We were prepared (in our bathing suits) and jumped in—water blue as blue can be, almost purple, cold, bordered by huge cliffs—another memorable moment.  We laughed the whole way back and everyone wished one another a “buen viaje”.

Penguin & Blue Footed Booby (courtesy of our friend Gladys)

That evening, we refused Freddy’s final meal of guess what, and he allowed us to choose a restaurant where we could get a salad and pasta. After a margarita, it tasted pretty nice and was capped off with good coffee and some ice cream.  Not bad.

That’s the last we saw of Freddy, even though he promised some of our money back (said he’d give it to us the next morning before we left).  Though we paid for many things ourselves due to his crummy offerings, he did not give us a cent.  We now warn others, don’t get hooked up with “Freddy, everybody knows me” in Puerto Ayora on Santa Cruz Island.  And, as always, if a deal sounds too good to be true, it is.

Day Seven (Thursday):  Up and out to our taxi, to the ferry, to the bus, to the plane.  We got a surprise in the Baltra airport.  As we were waiting in the Security line, we heard, “Larry, Larry !”  and thought, who in the world?  It was Teresa, our lovely small hotel owner from Isabela Island (can’t say La Casita de la Playa enough, so you’ll remember it).  She gave us big hugs and bid us farewell asking us to write to her.  What a warm and wonderful ending to a trip that had its ups and downs, but in the end we were happy we took the plunge (figuratively and literally with the snorkeling, our happiest memory).

To Galapagos via Guayaquil

We left our apartment Friday, catching a cab to a van service office.  After waiting half an hour past the stated departure time (and with no explanation...were we being taken into white slavery?), the four passengers going to Guayaquil were ushered (squeezed, actually) into yet another cab.  A fellow traveler, a lovely young Russian woman, told us that the transit police are targeting transport vans (as opposed to taxis and buses) and will not let them come into Cuenca proper—although she didn't know the reason for this.  So the van took us about 25 miles out of the city to a scenic overlook in the Cajas National Park where we were met by the van and driver who would take us on to Guayaquil.

The Ecuadoran mountains are fantastically gorgeous.  From Cuenca to Guayaquil, we climbed up to a pass that is over 4300 meters—more than 14,000 feet.  Twisting and turning around steep curves, we passed through a cloud-shrouded landscape, dotted with hundreds of small lakes.  The vegetation, seen from a careening van, is varied--friom shades of green to gray, along deep gorges and gigantic peaks.

Cajas National Park--formed by a melting glaciers thousands of years ago, it is filled with over 200 lakes.

Our new Russian friend, Mila, had met an Ecuadoran student in Moscow when she was 18, married him, and immigrated to Ecuador.  Now divorced, she has two grown sons who both speak Russian, Spanish and English, and she herself speaks lovely Spanish and a delightfully accented English.  She was so nice to us and gave us lots of helpful Ecuadoran related travel and survival hints.

The park is filled with many twists & turns, giving our loco driver plenty of opportunities to pass on blind curves.

Private travel van drivers all over the world must be cut from the same cloth—macho men who must constantly be testing themselves by going too fast and passing when and where they shouldn’t. Our driver, a seemingly nice young man, became a crazed idiot behind the wheel. We survived, but just.  It was bad enough when he passed on blind curves in the mountains, but getting to the flat countryside leading into Guayaquil, he decided to test all limits and began passing on double lines with oncoming traffic well within sight. 

Just outside of the city, he started around yet another long line of traffic, with an equally long line coming towards us. It was inevitable that something bad would happen—we squeezed between the first car in the oncoming line and the line of vehicles on our side of the road, but the second oncoming vehicle, a mortocycle, could not see us and the driver swerved into our driver's side mirror, taking it completely off.  Did anyone stop ? Not us.  Was that driver injured?  Who knows ?  Looking back behind us, it looked like an accident scene but we couldn't tell for sure as we just kept flying down the highway.  From then on we held our breath until safely reaching the airport.  Insane !

Outside of Guayaquil--a huge agriculture center--fresh fruits are sold by the roadside.

As our flight to the Galapagos didn’t leave until early the next day, we had to take a taxi into the city.  Approaching Guayaquil, through huge farms and bedraggled towns and villages, it clearly looks and feels (hot and humid) like the last place on earth one would like to visit.  Downtown is choked with traffic, as so many cities, large and small, in the world seem to be these days. Our modest little hostel, Casa de Romero, was on the 7^th floor of what looked to be a high rise apartment building-- once we got to our room, we found a Spartan but comfortable and clean room, with a tiny balcony overlooking the city.

One thing to recommend the hotel is that it is just five blocks from the Malecon—a many miles long river “boardwalk” (though made of concrete) along the Guayas River, that has been upgraded and modernized so that it is a delightful place to stroll,  enjoying the refreshing evening breezes wafting off the river. 

We were really pleasantly surprised by the Malecon, the weather, and the people we met and saw along our walk.  Lined with children’s parks, restaurants, bars, exercise trails, and benches, the Malecon is truly a treasure for the city and its citizens as well as for weary travelers like us, romantic young lovers and international tourists (we could identify folks from many countries).

Guayaquil's Malecon is a delightful place to stroll & relax & at this season enjoy their new Christmas Tree.

As we were walking along, we were delighted to come upon a free concert by a Navy Band—La Banda Blanca. (We thought it was an Ecaudorean band but have since been told it was visiting Nicaraguan band.) Anyway, it made us think fondly of our niece, Susie, who sings with the U.S. Navy Sea Chanters—although there seemed to no women in the band or in its singing group.  Still, we very much enjoyed the hour long concert and it was a nice way to relax after our harrowing across the mountains van ride.

It was Thanksgiving Day, so we celebrated by eating the only American food we could find--KFC ! Reminiscing about the many wonderful Thanksgiving holidays we have share with family & friends--hope you had a good "Dia por La Accion de Gracias".

We were slow getting this--connections in the Galapagos were not always the best, as might be expected.

Car alarms, orchids and Guinea Pigs

Hola ! Buenas tardes !  Nosotros vamos a escribir en espanol, porque ahora nosotros somos fluidos.   LOL  !  We did learn that the website spanishdict.com is very good for translation.  We live at the corner of Juan Jaramillo and Manuel Vega, the Cuenca car repair district.

Sue standing on Manuel Vega in front of restaurant & car seat repair shop (our apartment is behind the shop.)

To give you a sense of our neighborhood, you need to understand that up and down most blocks in “neighborhood” Cuenca (central Cuenca contains modern stores and lots of banks like most cities) there are narrow stores or tiendas, each about eight to ten feet or so wide.  Most are stuffed to the gills with whatever the vendor is selling.  On some streets these wares are specific—several whole blocks of fabric sellers, men’s tailors, women’s clothing, baby items, stationery and even sunglasses— three or four whole tiny stores on one block dedicated to a zillion sunglasses.

 In between are teeny 7-11 type tiendas selling what we would find in gas stations:  cold drinks, snacks, household items you might need spur of the moment. Interspersed, also, are teeny restaurants—often with three tables or so (two or four seaters), two or three huge pots of something cooking in the entryway or front window and a mysterious curtained back area—more cooking and for cleaning-no doubt.

One of these little eating establishments is next door to us (haven’t tried it yet) and they are up before dawn, so we wake to incredible food smells most mornings.   The sound we wake up to is not the trilling of birds, but the trilling of numerous car alarms going off.  We lucked out into getting an apartment smack in the middle of car alarm central along with other automotive supply tiendas.  But the car alarms are the killers—don’t they need to demonstrate before anyone would buy?  Why, of course!

Four car alarm vendors in one block--and only two blocks from us.

Despite the car alarms, we are growing to enjoy our neighborhood--we are just four blocks from the lovely river walk and ten minutes to the center of town. We have menioned before that people do not make eye contact on the street, not with each other and not with "estranjeros"—the best you get is a vendor sitting outside his store saying “adelante”  (urging you to enter). So, we have not engaged anyone living near us, but have read that that comes with time.  We asked an old man directions the other day and he immediately became very friendly trying out his broken English with us, laughing and hugging us as we parted.  It has been one of our most enjoyable exchanges with a local Cuencano.

We open our front door each day to a wall of graffiti—it is growing on us, though the character seemed a little threatening at first.  Just a cartoon!  Walking the cobbled streets and vying with racing cars to cross them is the challenge.  We just read in a guide book that vehicles have the right of way over pedestrians.   If a car blinks its lights or honks as you start to cross, our teacher said it means..."get your you-know-what out of the way, I'm not slowing for you."

Mural/grafitti through bars on front door

Mural without the bars.

Walking around would be more fun if people looked at you, but eh, what can you do?  By taking our language classes, we are communicating with others and feeling more engaged.  We even went to dinner with a couple we met (from Arlington), so are making a few contacts.  Life in Cuenca rolls on, particularly loudly in our neighborhood—an adventure for sure.

This weekend along with a couple of American women we met at language school, Gladys and Karen, we took our first short trip out of Cuenca to visit a smaller city called Gualaceo—about 30 miles and a 45 minute, 60 cents bus ride.  The town according to the guide book has an artisanal market, but we unfortunately never found it but we still had a great time. We located the food market and had fun looking around and trying some of the local culinary offerings—although we declined the spit roasted Guinea Pig (el cuye).  We all particularly liked the roast pork and french fries. 

Roast pork right off the hog.

Spit roasted Guinea Pig--an Ecuadorean delicacy

 Perhaps the highlight of the visit, however, was a wonderful tour of an orchid research center, Ecuagenera, just outside of the town.

Larry with Ecuagenera tourguide, Manuel

 Ecuador is home to more varieties of orchids than any other place in the world.  We didn’t see all 4000 of those different varieties on our hour long guided tour, but we did see an incredible array of all kinds, sizes and shapes.  

Manuel demonstrating why this is called the Monkey Face Orchid

There were so many beautiful orchids, it was hard to choose our favorites to share with you.

 Ecuagenera grows and ships orchids throughout the world, including the States, Europe and Asia. Our guide, Manuel, was very knowledgeable, patient with our Spanish or lack thereof, and answered all of our questions with a smile and an encyclopedic knowledge of orchids and their cultivation.  Even though we will be here but another month, we bought an orchid to bring back to the apartment.

Our new orchid in our garden.

Cuenca Week Two

Starting our second week in Cuenca, we have settled in and gotten more adjusted.  We have worked hard to make our little apartment more comfortable and to improve the look and ambience of our little back patio. 

Garden area before weeding

Larry enjoying the revitalized garden.

Laundry area before.

Laundry area after with Ecuadorean textiles.

Our new and improved flower garden.

Larry has finished one week of language school.  His teacher is a nice young Ecuadorian woman named Lucie. She is very patient—only after the second or third time making the same mistake does she gently correct.

Lucia, Larry's teacher at Escuela Simon Bolivar.

His school is in a renovated old Cuenca townhouse, with four floors and a large central courtyard that is now roofed over to provide protection from the weather—and this past week we have needed that.  We thought that the Ecuadorian rainy season would be over, but it rains most days, often with violent thunderstorms.  Believe it or not, even here at the equator, a rainy day can be damp and cold.

Sue has decided to enroll in a less intensive course that will consist of 10 hours next week.  We will both be going in the afternoon, so we will have our mornings together and be inside if the pattern of thunderstorms or rain in the afternoons continues.

We are getting to know the city better.  Yesterday we walked down our street to the river—about a 10-15 minute walk and had lunch in a nice little sandwich shop that fronts on the river and the lovely pedestrian path the city has built along the river.  Even though it was Saturday afternoon, there were few people on the path and along the river, so we had much of the way to ourselves.

Riverwalk along the Rio Tomebamba

Tomembamba Riverwalk is 5 blocks from the central plaza

We also discovered the “Multicines” or multiplex movie theater.  We bought tickets for “Skyfall” for the evening.  Our tickets were about $4 each—cheap by American standards but pricey for many Ecuadorians.  Skyfall was offered in two theaters—one in English with Spanish subtitles and the other dubbed in Spanish.  We decided to go for the English, but given the limited dialog in a Bond movie, we might have been able to understand the Spanish version.  We recommend the movie; really enjoyed it.

Basically our lives have fallen into a routine of food shopping, school, wandering and finding a nice lunch or ice cream place, and keeping up the apartment.  Pretty banal.  We are hoping to do some exploring outside of Cuenca by bus, plane or auto—just need to do some research and make some decisions.  Right now we are concentrating on language skills and trying to figure out Cuenca’s vibe and are happy to have a restful, slow paced existence.

We had pizza at what was advertised as “gringo happy hour” at a small restaurant on Friday.  A couple people came to our table to greet us.  Everyone was our age or older, very “hippy” looking and seemed to know one another.  One man told us retirees come to Cuenca, some stay, some buy property, some miss the U.S. too much and return.  It is a lot cheaper to live here—he lives on about $600 a month in an efficiency.  Our apartment is one bedroom and costs $600 a month.  And, yes, it is cheaper to live here, but you have to embrace the culture and really want to live the ex-pat life.  We are thinking that doesn’t define us, but we are enjoying experiencing the culture for a short period.  One thing for sure, on an extremely limited budget, you can relocate here and live very nicely.

Ecuador--First Impressions

With a heavy heart we said goodbye to Erin on Wednesday morning, October 31st.  Her faithful "Mexican Dad", Rosalio, drove us to the airport and we were sad to say goodbye to him as well.  We had had a wonderful time in Mexico and had become very fond of Erin's friends and adopted "family".

We had done quite a bit packing the night before, but spent much of Wednesday morning packing, repacking, and weighing as we knew from the airline's internet site that there were weight restrictions for our bags on the flight to Ecuador.  When we arrived at the airline's check-in desk, the employees were extremely nice, gladly accepted our bags for the flight, and the weight didn’t seem to be a concern to them—so much for extensive suitcase balancing.  The flights to Bogota and then on to Quito were pleasant and blessedly uneventful. Having left Erin’s apartment at noon,  we arrived at our Quito hotel at 11:30 pm--it was a very long and tiring day.

LAN Airline made traveling on Halloween more fun.

 We spent only one night in Quito, since November 2 is Independence Day in Ecuador and we were told that everything would be closed, including our realtor's office.  We had only a few morning hours in Quito November 1st, before flying on to Cuenca, but the small area we saw around our hotel was lovely. 

Flying in it was clear that Cuenca is much bigger than we had envisioned, and our first few days of exploration have certainly confirmed that.  Cuenca is indeed a major city, the third largest in Ecuador, and even though we have confined much of our exploration to the historic center, it is a busy and bustling environment and quite different from the ambience that you find in places such as San Miguel de Allende, Mexico or Antigua, Guatemala.  And it has taken us a few days to adjust and get our bearings.

Parque Caldron, Cuenca

 Cuenca hosted a citywide Independence fiesta and celebration November 2-4, and there seemed to be bands, performing groups and artisan markets in every park and square.  There were throngs of people walking everywhere throughout the historic center, and wherever there were performances and exhibitions, the crowds were even denser.  We were a bit shocked to find Cuenca so intense.

We also were a little disappointed in our apartment and its location, at least at first, but the realtor has been very nice about fixing things and buying some items like a coffee pot and plastic patio furniture, so it is growing on us.  We are doing little things to make it more homey, like bringing out the photos and knickknacks that we carried from home, getting fresh flowers and planning to weed and perk up the small garden in our outdoor patio (which, by the way, contains an old cement sink and washer and dryer under a tin roof held in place with huge rocks).

View from our Quito hotel--quite a contrast with our neighborhood in Cuenca.

Entrance to our apartment--the balcony belongs to the apartment upstairs--we share the graffiti.

 The apartment is on the edge of the historic district, yet not in one of the more picturesque parts of that district—we are surrounded by auto parts shops, car seat upholsterers as well as other hardware type tiendas. We are serenaded about every hour or so with a car alarm going off. With the graffiti on the walls, including our building, and bars on every window and door, it feels a little ghetto like.  We don’t feel insecure, although the young woman from the realtor’s office told us not to go out after dark.

We have done a lot of walking since we arrived here and are feeling a little bit more at home.  We found the central market on our third day, so we now have a stock of fresh fruits and vegetables. On the first day we visited what we thought was a supermarket, but it seemed not to have many things that we would expect to find in one, including meats and fresh vegetables and fruits.  The answer is that here in Cuenca, most supermarkets don’t carry or compete with the items that you find in the central market. 

It will take us some time and effort to understand the workings of the market. A large, covered but otherwise open building, part of it is devoted to fruits and some vegetables and the other to meat, poultry and fish.  There is not a lot of refrigeration, so there are lots of chickens and slabs of meat out in the open—not something that we Americans are used to.  We were not brave enough to buy a chicken that had been sitting out in the open for we didn’t know how long, but we did buy some fish and shrimp that looked really fresh.
 
We were also mystified by why the fruit and vegetable vendors didn’t have a larger variety of vegetables, but we have discovered that outside of the market on the streets surrounding it, there are lots of vendors who have a larger variety of vegetables, like celery, broccoli, cauliflower, and beets.  Clearly understanding the reasoning for these separations will take us a bit longer.  Searching for butter was also a challenge—most people seem to content themselves with margarine or lard—but we did finally find a store that sold “mantequilla de leche” in a large one pound ball in a baggie.

Fruit & vegetable part of the market

On Sunday, much of the freneticism connected with the festival seemed to have died down.  The streets were much quieter and the central square clearly had a lot fewer families and visitors. After spending a leisurely morning in our apartment, we wandered out for a late lunch and then decided to take the city bus tour.  What fun! It took us all around the city, including the outer “suburbs.” As we have indicated, Cuenca is so much bigger than we had envisioned—there has been a lot of growth and development in the last decade or so, and we saw that very clearly on the tour.

Cuenca, a small village of only 500,000 people.

 One of the nicest parts of the tour was getting to meet a lovely Ecuadoran family—Santiago and Sylvia and their two daughters, Isabela and Valentina.  They were delightfully friendly and welcoming, and although we began our conversation with them in Spanish we ended up talking, at least with the parents, in English.

Mexico: Last Reflections

After a month in Mexico, we have certainly become experts on Mexico, Mexicans and Mexican culture, so you can take everything in this blog as gospel and completely valid. LOL !

We came to Mexico with some trepidation—not really believing the stories on TV and the newspapers, but still wondering how safe it really is.  If our experience is any reflection, the tourist areas that we have visited are extremely safe and visitor friendly. Throughout our travels, we have been struck by how few outside tourists and travelers we have run across—the vast majority of tourists we have seen, even in well-known places like San Miguel de Allende, have been Mexicans and this has been true in Oaxaca, Puerto Escondido, and especially in Mexico City.

Mexico City—what do you say about a metropolis of 28 million people.  It is crowded and polluted—you cannot get over that.  But it is also incredibly interesting and exciting.  There are so many cultural and tourist attractions, spread throughout the city, that it is almost impossible to choose which ones to do amongst the many offerings.  We have simply scratched the surface and would need at least another month to make even a dent.

A hidden courtyard in San Miguel de Allende.

 Getting from one attraction to another is often a problem.  Our first experience with the TuriBus (we waited an hour only to be told it would be better to come back tomorrow) is really emblematic of the difficulties of getting around town. Coming back the next day, we got on, but because of the snarl of Friday traffic an incredibly long slog of more than four hours inching through streets around town clearly tested our resolve and patience.

Art from the Aztec era (1400)

Since then, we have discovered Mexico City´s excellent subway system, Metro.  For three pesos—less than $.25 one can go throughout the city, in a relatively short period of time. Erin’s friends tease her because she doesn’t like using the Metro, but we think it is a boon to the average tourist—as long as you use it outside of rush hour.  Without the subway, Mexico City would clearly be in gridlock. 

Mexicans, like Americans, love their cars. Sometimes the beauty of Mexico City’s lovely neighborhoods like Polanco and Xochimilco or even colonial towns like Oaxaca and San Miguel de Allende are obscured by the noise, dirt  and pollution generated by traffic.  We’ve seen few accidents, but a taxi ride across town is always an adventure with your heart in your throat.  On the other hand, if you can relax and accept that your driver is adept at what he does, weaving in and out of Mexico City traffic with skills almost balletic in nature, you can enjoy the ride.  The Mexican government is working very hard trying to deal with the traffic though.  They are building more mass transit alternatives like metrobuses and light rail; and they are introducing new toll roads and forcing drivers to not use their vehicles one or two days a week.

One regret; we won't be here for Dead of the Dead, a great Mexican holiday for all.  Candies made in preparation above.

We are continuously struck by how hardworking Mexicans are.  The wages for many working class Mexicans are still very, very low—especially by American standards.  Waiters have told us that they make 1800 peso a month—less than $150.  Hotel workers are paid perhaps twice that. Although things are cheaper here, we do find ourselves wondering how we might live on $150-$300 a month.  Many of the waiters and hotels clerks we have gotten to know also tell us that they work at least two jobs, six and sometimes seven days a week.  Underemployment is another problem.  It is hard to imagine the number of street vendors you run across on a daily basis—sitting in a park, at an outdoor café or even on a subway car, you will be accosted by a steady stream of vendors, with every imaginable type of trinket, gewgaw, or artisan craft.

But Mexico is not just a country of the poor and working class.  The middle class and the well-to-do are very evident as well. The cafes and shops of Polanco are full of prosperous, well-dressed men and women.  One thing we have noticed when we are dining in a restaurant or having a drink at a bar or coffee shop—Mexicans like to talk and are much more animated and lively than Americans. Erin tells us that she thinks Mexicans are the nicest people in the world—and we have certainly run across many kind and generous folks—but they are not ebullient and overly solicitous.  It is very important to greet people with a Buenos Dias or Tardes—but passing people on the street, few will give you a smile.

One of the extraordinary Diego Murals at the Palacio Nacional

 Our favorite things about Mexico—certainly being able to spend time with Erin and meeting her friends and colleagues.  A note about your tax dollars at work--the young men and women working with Erin at our U.S. Embassy are fantastic !  We all can be VERY proud.  They are very bright, dedicated, kind, open and lots of fun.  We have been so happy to have spent time with them.

Other favorites--  Our Sunday afternoon in Xochimilco.  The colonial city of San Miguel de Allende—just walking around the town or sitting in the central square people watching. The fishing boats of Puerto Escondido. The art and love of country of Frido Kahlo and Diego Rivera.  The history, art and culture of the ancient civilizations like the Aztec, the Mayans, and the Zapotecs. There is so much that we have not been able to see.  There is so much history that is new to us, but we are anxious to know. We certainly hope to return someday for perhaps a longer stay.

And for those of you have missed the Charlie updates--here's the latest--our budding DJ.