Chihuahua, Chih., Mexico
Trip Start Sep 26, 2006
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I rode the bus from Juarez to Chihuahua, a 4 hour ride to the central station and another 45 minutes to the center of town. Carmen's father picked me up and drove up to the gate that surrounds their lavish home and holds their 3 cars. I was surprised by the cleanliness of this city compared to Juarez, which he explained is due to Juarez being an immigration point. People come from central america and get stuck in Juarez because they can't get into the U.S.
The Villa Mariel's had a huge 50" flat screen plasma TV, a beautiful kitchen with plates from many travel destinations all over the world, and a large barking German shephard that didn't look at all friendly. Eduardo explained that his "bravo" dog caused him to have a limp by tearing a dog toy from his hands too ferociously
Carmen Jr. finally arrived, petite and very smiley. We met her friends at a café and head to the Plaza Mayor to see an Italian play, but arrived just as it is ending. Luckily, another event called "Jarocho" was just beginning. It was phenomenal! From mariachi music and traditional Mexican dances, to fiery flamenco and cuban salsa. In between acts we somehow managed to find 6 front row seats.
The next morning Carmen's mother made a traditional breakfast of egg, ham, and onion scramble, with refried beans, a fried chile, and a warm tortilla
We all decided to go to a bar to keep the dancing going
Friday, October 6, 2006
In the morning it was huevos rancheros for breakfast, or a fried egg served on a lightly fried tortilla and covered with salsa ranchera, spicy tomato sauce with lots of green chiles. I was surprised my stomach was handling all of the spicy food so well. Carmen's mom offered to launder all my clothes as I was asking her if I can help with something around the house. She had me wash all the wooden furniture in the house, which took about an hour. I gave a very bittersweet goodbye hug to Carmen, and told her that thanks to her, my expectations of Chihuahua were far exceeded. Eduardo was going to take me to the bus station to go to Cuauhtemoc, about an hour closer to the Copper Canyon, but it turned out that Eduardo had some business to take care of in Cuauhtemoc, so his friend drove us both there
In Cuauhtemoc I saw a few "menonitas" on the street, who are an amish people that settled nearby and are known for the best cheese in the state of Chihuahua. I heard that they originally come from either Germany, Sweden, or Prussia, depending on who I asked. I hopped on a bus to Creel, which stopped three times and arrived 2 hours late because of engine trouble. On the way I saw a couple of Tarahumaran caves in the side of a cliff, the native tribes that still live in the area. I left the desert that predominates in Chihuahua and entered the sierras of Western Chihuahua.