SMELLY SANDALS AND THE PINK CITY
Trip Start Jul 12, 2009
255Trip End Aug 18, 2010
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The kids bounded through the reception still in their Nacho Libre masks and waved goodbye to the staff of the hotel. Hector was driving us all the way to Zihuatanejo but on the way we were staying at Patzcuaro, which is in the Michoacan Highlands, for three nights.
It took forty- five minutes to move from Mexico City to the suburbs of Mexico. We drove through the west of the City and through the industrial area of sky scrapers of businesses. From hereon the landscape changed as we ventured up into the mountains that surround Mexico City and everywhere opened up into green and lush fields of maize.
It was during this journey that a disgusting stale smell rose up and hit our noses
We stopped off at Morelia. This a colonial city is full of elegant Spanish Colonial architecture. The city was named after the local hero Jose Maria Morelos y Pavon a key figure in Mexico’s independence. It looks like the city is managed well and obviously has strict building regulations as the trees in the plaza are neatly groomed along with the grass and all the hotels and shops have identical canopies and there is not one ugly 60’s building in sight. The buildings have a warm pink tone and beside the square is a pink cathedral with twin towers over 200 feet high.
We had lunch outside at a grand hotel opposite the square and then explored the Palacio de Gobierno which had some large historic murals and then into the cathedral, which along with the obligatory gold alters the prettiest of painted ceilings
We then drove out of the city but en route stopped by to admire the aqua duct, which once was 10 km but now only 2 km exists. The water was fed via the aqua duct via a river to the centre of Morelia. We stopped off at a small baroque church, Santuario de Guadalupe to admire the interior. The ceiling here, once again, were stunning with beautiful flowers in candy colours amongst an abundance of gold leaf.
Just before we entered Patzcuaro we hit a storm. The rain was pelting down and it looked like a river had broken its banks as we floated through the running water. We had to sit in the bus outside the hotel until the rain stopped and within minutes of it doing so the water that once was about a foot high just disappeared. A miracle – build a Basilica!