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In an attempt to
escape the humidity, mosquitoes and frustration of our absentee
workers in PV, we decided to leave town and ended up in
Guadalajara, where it is even hotter, but not humid, as if that
makes it any better! At least we did manage to escape the
mosquitoes...
After looking around
a bit, we found ourselves a fine hotel, Hotel La Rotonda, near a
lovely, grassy plaza right in the middle of the centro historico.
Our room was large, light and airy. It even had a newly
remodeled bathroom and a small balcony with a view of the
cathedral all for about $50 USD per night. We're thinking
we scored. So what's the catch? This room was hot as
Hades! The ceiling fan was spinning at about 10 rpm and
even with the auxiliary floor fan the hotel staff provided, it
was an oven in there, especially during the 95 degree sunny
daylight hours. And the Slurpee machine at the 7-Eleven
down the street was broken! Aarrrrggghhhh! But when
life hands the Brookses lemons, they make limonada (ok,
technically that would be if we were handed limes, seltzer
water, sugar syrup, and ice...but you get the idea)!
After breakfasting at
Dunkin Donuts (okay, 7-Eleven, Dunkin Donuts, I know it sounds
like we might as well be in the U.S., probably because we feel
the need to mention every American chain we end up stopping at,
which is pretty infrequently), we spent our first full day in
Guadalajara wandering around the historic district taking in
various tourist attractions, such as the Instituto Cultural
Cabanas, a beautiful old building full of cool, breezy
courtyards. During the hottest part of the day, we enjoyed
(perhaps too strong a word) a buffet comida (late lunch)
in an open-air restaurant overlooking the Plaza Rontonda near
our hotel. We decided that we needed to get out of the
heat for the rest of the day, and what better way to do that
than by going to the movies! The multi-screen cineplexes
in Guadalajara are, you guessed it, located in the big modern
shopping malls (shopping malls? how exciting! says Caroline).
So off we went, to the mall, where we enjoyed the latest Ashton
Kutcher flick (well, the latest in Mexico, anyway), "A Lot Like
Love," in blessed air-conditioned comfort. If you are like
Caroline (or Scott, for that matter), you would never willingly
agree to see an Ashton Kutcher movie. He seems to play the
the same character in every movie: a complete buffoon.
Well, that's how pathetic the movie selection here is. But
we love going to the movies and so we just take what we can get
(9 times out of 10, something we would never even rent, let
alone see in the theater). This movie was a real surprise.
Caroline loved it and even Scott found it to be decent
entertainment. Ashton K. was actually good and played a
very likable character in this movie. You've got to see it
to believe it, I guess.
Guadalajara, although
big (10 million people is the figure we always hear), seems
manageable if you take it in pieces. Due to our knack for
getting lost on even the simplest of errands, we've ended up
doing quite a bit of driving around the city. From what
we've seen, much of Guadalajara looks like a city you might see
in California. There are, of course, sections of poverty
(and wealth), but much of the city appears to be rather middle
class. Many chain businesses in the areas of town that we
saw, although we passed only one Starbucks (but saw another
being built). The taco carts and other street vendors
seemed to be replaced by 7-Elevens (of which there are tons!).
This is a pretty broad generalization since we spent most of our
time in the touristy historic district and wealthy Centro Magno
area, but in other towns it's these touristy and/or historic
parts of town that have the most street vendors.
Day 2: more site
seeing and then, what?! Off to the mall....again?!
This time we went to check out the humungous indoor/outdoor
Plaza Del Sol. This place was something else!
Multiple department stores (one even had a tiny Old Navy store
inside of it) and endless clothing and shoe stores. It was
almost like being in southern California, except that none of
the stores had familiar names. The store that stood out
was the Fabricas de Francia. It's like a large version of
any nice, new Macy's or Marshall Field's. On the top
(fifth) floor, they had an impressive selection of electronics,
computers, giant plasma TVs, and motorcycles. We find that
they sell motorcycles and mopeds just about everywhere - grocery
stores, strip malls, department stores - you'd think we'd see
more of them on the street.
There were, of
course, lots of food stands and restaurants as well. We
sampled the frozen yogurt cones at Danny-Yo. Scott got the
"natural" flavor and Caroline tried the pina (pineapple).
They were so gross that Caroline threw hers in the trash after
two licks. Mexican frozen yogurt actually tastes
like...yogurt, not at all like the yummy, super-sweet frozen
yogurt in the US. Eeeewwww! How can they eat this
stuff (although Scott seems to be developing a taste for it)?
We finally found the mall directory and spotted a Dairy Queen to
replace Caroline's cone.
Over margaritas and
ruso micholada (like a bloody mary mixed with beer - better than
it sounds!) on the plaza that evening, we decided to travel on
to Patzcuaro in the morning, since it didn't look like our
supervision would be needed at the condo for several more days
and we were tired of the big city (and heat). Besides,
we'll be back sooner or later. We decided that we're not
really tied to Puerto Vallarta anymore, with the exception that
we left a pile of our stuff in storage at the last hotel we
stayed at (Casa Andrea). So we can just spend some time
traveling around Mexico and head back to PV for a short visit
when it looks like they're ready to finish up. |

Caroline photographs Palacio de Gobierno

Mariachi for Muchachos (mini mariachi suit) |