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Published: September 13th 2007
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Adrian's place
A great welcome (August 1, 2007-August 6, 2007)
My third time in Cuernavaca, three years after I had first stepped in the land of tequila, as my friend Kozme calls it, we ended up doing the same thing we did the last time; I am not complaining. The group--Janneth, Lucia, Elkin, and I--arrived into Jiutepec on Wednesday, where Adrian lives, just before midnight. Adrian and Bere were waiting for us with plenty of beer, and we brought plenty of rum. The first night was exactly the same as the first night I was there two years earlier. We talked, drank, and remembered good times. With Janneth as new audience, everyone had to retell every story that had been told countless of times before, but now as if it was the first. That group has always been, and will continue to be, some of my closest friends that I will ever have. They are very special individuals.
The following morning I took Janneth to the center of Cuernavaca to show her the place where I had lived and worked, and to walk around town. There was plenty of walking, but no sightseeing. We were dropped off behind Cortes's castle, and made our way
Adrian's place
Elkin and Lucia to an ATM in order to pay for breakfast. The plan was set, and the places to see where waiting. However, the Artisan Market that stands besides the castle, with wonderful crafts--one of my favorite places to get lost in--also became one of Janneth's favorite places. We walked every stall, saw every piece of art, and bargained with anyone that had any piece of interest, until it was time to go. Good thing I enjoy that place. Definitely worth a visit.
That afternoon, Bere had a women's workshop in a small tourist town outside of Cuernavaca called Tlayacapan. The workshop was for individuals who had family living in the United States. Tlayacapan is located about a 10 minute drive from Nepopualco, the town where I did my investigations. Tlayacapan is known for their crafts, specifically ceramics made from mud from outside the village. The town is filled with wonderful roadside restaurants,shops that have the items that are for sale pushing their way on the road, and with wonderful views of mountain ranges lined with cactus plantations.
After eating lunch, we headed to the workshop, where I saw Rocio, my Mexican director when I worked in Nepopualco, and Juana, another
director that headed the group in Zapata. I had not seen Rocio in 2 years Juana in 3 years. It was good to catch up, and discuss our current work and plans.
Tlayacapan is also known for their monastery, which houses several mummies of both adults and children that were found on the grounds when an archaeological dig was ordered. We made our way through the museum it has while the workshop transpired.
On our way back to Jiutepec, we made a detour and saw the cactus fields that line the mountain side. Stopped and took some pictures, and headed back to Adrian's apartment, and finally had the chance to say hello to Kozme. The night was great, and filled with nostalgic moments as this time Kozme joined the night.
The next day we all woke up late, and headed to Totolapan, a bigger town outside of Cuernavaca and closer to Nepopualco, where the same workshop was being held. The drive was quiet and lots of napping. We arrived mid-afternoon and dropped off Bere, while Janneth, Adrian, and I headed into Nepopualco to say hello to various individuals that made my stay in the town wonderful. Our first stop
was a road side restaurant that we often visited when we didn't want to work. The quesadillas are mouth watering.
Our next stop was the house where I stayed. Only Gerardo was home; he is the younger son of the family and the one I most talked to while I spent my time there. We said hello, recounted stories once again, and drank a bottle of tequila. We weren't expecting such hospitality, but within three minutes of us walking in the door, the bottle was already open and salt and lemon were served. An hour later the four of us--Janneth, Adrian, Gerardo, and I--had finished the bottle. Gerardo was going to open a second one, and even though us three wanted to open it and keep drinking and enjoy the moment, we had to get going and pick up Bere.
Our plan was to go to Tepoztlan, a magical town, known for hippies, witches, pozole, and its pyramid. In the end Bere couldn't stay, and Adrian had to take her back, so only Janneth and I stayed the night to enjoy the wonderful town--Tepoztlan will be discussed in another blog.
On Sunday we woke up in the afternoon, after
having a long night. We took it easy, relaxed, and once again lived a night of goodbyes, just like the last time. My time in Morelos was exactly as the other times. Time doesn't seem to affect those special friends, and I seem to relive a wonderful time when I am with them.
Like my last blog from Cuernavaca, we took the bus to the airport to go to Merida, while enjoying the wonderful views that the ride provides.
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