This slide show is a preview of the photos on this site.
Now that I’m back home in chilly Virginia, I’m starting to go through my photos. I’ll go back through the blog and post more of them plus fill in a few details that were left out while I was on the road.
I’m ashamed to report that I did not fill up my one gig camera chip. There were still a few hundred bytes of free space on it when I got home. I lugged around that spare one gig chip all over creation for nothing. Nor did I use up the 20-pack of AA batteries I brought along. Half the pack is still unused.
I have to admit I did get a little weary of photographing everything from time to time and tried simply to enjoy the moment a time or two. However, after observing Steve Silversard, aka The Genuine Tourist, hard at work photographing everything in sight several times over the week I spent with him and Mrs. Sardo, I felt like a slacker. I resolve to do better next time.
I look forward to future trips to Mexico.
Friday I said goodbye to Linda and Eric and to Veracruz and headed for the airport. I left feeling like I had barely scratched the surface of what there is to do and see here.
I may not be able to get back here soon, as I want to make a couple of trips to Europe next, but I do want to come back. Veracruzanos are really nice to be around.
Here are the results of my prowlings for trinkets.
This little mask is actually an ocarina and is only about an inch
and a quarter in width. I found it in one of the shops on
Callejon Diamante in Xalapa.
Another ocarina, about two inches high.
Made in Oaxaca, bought in Xalapa.
A ceramic pitcher I got at the Naolinco market.
Can you believe it was only forty cents?!
But then, it doesn’t hold much.
A rock, painted as a frog by a Xalapa artist.
Was back in Veracruz by 12:30. Thought I’d go down by the malecon again to see if I could find some souvenirs. Even though Veracruz’s sidewalks are in bad condition, I reminded myself how much easier walking is here because it’s so flat.
And then there is that tantalizing sea breeze…
I was able to fill my chatchka quotient at last. Found a nice little shop which sold a variety of handicrafts by Veracruzano artists. It was across the street from the so-called artisanal market on the malecon, where they seemed to sell mostly things made in China.
Here there were embroidered items for the home, some clothing, rattan furniture and some pottery. I bought a number of clay figures and hoped they’d get home all in one piece.
Posted in Veracruz City |
This is my last day in Xalapa. I’ll be getting on the ADO bus around noon to head back to Veracruz, as my plane for Mexico City leaves midmorning tomorrow.
I don’t think anyone has ever exaggerated about the climate in el puerto de Veracruz. Veracruz can be uncomfortably warm and humid at times, and this is still winter! However, it does have nice breezes and did cool off nicely in the evenings, although I did need to turn on the AC in my room for comfortable sleeping after a couple of days. Didn’t get any bug bites while I was there, but Eric confirmed it was partly because of the time of year. It’s got lots to see and do and is close to a number of interesting little towns to visit. It’s flat, so I was able to do a lot of walking without problems. In the warm weather, I seemed to have fewer aches and pains.
Xalapa wasn’t too hot and had a much more comfortable level of humidity. Pat got quite a few bug bites. She wore capri pants sometimes; I always had long pants and shoes with socks. I only got a few near my elbows and a couple on my hands. I’m assuming these must be the no-see-ums. The bite is pretty small, very red and leaves a tiny blister. Hers itched quite a bit, but mine didn’t. They’re taking a long time to heal and go away.
I liked Xalapa very much, especially the people, who are wonderfully kind and friendly. What I didn’t like so much are the hills. Coupled with the altitude, it may be a big issue for me ten years from now when I retire. The city is very charming, with lots going on. Coatepec is even more charming, and much flatter, but Dennis told me there isn’t much going on in the way of cultural activities or nightlife.
I’ve really enjoyed my first taste of Mexico and am now looking forward to exploring other areas on my next trip, whenever that may be. There are a couple of trips to Europe I want to make first, and I ought to do them while I still live on the East Coast. But I will be back!
Today it’s cool, breezy and rainy. Weather Underground showed Xalapa at 49 degrees F at around 8:00 this morning, but it seemed colder.
Steve and Pat went to Coatepec today with Dennis and Ellen, but I stayed behind, feeling a little under the weather. In Mexico it’s not unusual for smaller pharmacies to have a doctor available for consulations, so I went off to find one. The first one didn’t have one, at the second he hadn’t arrived yet, but the third time was a charm.
The pharmacy doctor was a nice young man who didn’t speak English. With my limited Spanish I was able to describe my symptoms. He took my blood pressure, checked my pulse, listened to my lungs. He asked me a number of questions, about half of which I understood right away. A couple of times we didn’t understand each other at all, but we managed. I wrote down a couple of things in English, like bronchitis, and he looked them up on his computer.
I think he told me that there are things in this environment that irritate the throat and lungs, which accounted for my cough, and that I might have a bladder infection, which accounted for the need for way too many trips to el bano the last couple of days.
What I thought he was telling me at one point was that to help the cough go away faster, I should stop taking lactose. I told him in Spanish that I don’t drink milk, and he looked at me funny, so I said “hay lactose en leche, no?” (There’s lactose in milk, isn’t there?) Turns out the Spanish word for the noun “cough” is “la tos.”
Total cost for my visit to the pharmacy doctor, including two prescriptions, was about $18. No wonder retirees love it here.
Walked around for a bit after that but started to get tired fairly quickly, so I headed back to la casita to take my meds and rest up. I suppose if I have to be sick, it’s better to have it happen at the end of my trip. It’s much better than the time I spent nearly three days in bed with a pretty good case of bronchitis on my first trip to Paris.