Wednesday, January 25, 2012

ALAMOS



This past weekend I took a trip with the other fellows to the small city of Alamos to experience part of their two week long cultural festival. This is where Elena, the lovely woman who works on the Indigenous Partnership Program, lives with her family. The city was built in the Spanish Colonial style and the architecture is stunning with arches on almost every building. Most of the mansions have beautiful courtyards in the center of their grounds with large trees and gardens (you can sneak a peek through the gates). I would love to live in such a house where you could have the culture of the city, but also the tranquility of nature right in your house. The population in Alamos is about 8,000 during the peak season, but drops off in the summer when temperatures rise (and the rich North Americans and Europeans go back to their other houses). 

After a grueling 11 hour travel period of multiple busses and stops, we made it to Alamos at about 5 pm on Saturday. We had planned to stay at Elena’s house, but she also had other family visiting and we were worried it would be a lot for her. As we were walking by, one of her neighbors noticed us, and offered up his empty apartment for us to stay in. I can’t imagine anyone in the U.S. just offering up a free place to stay for seven strangers! Not only that, but he cleaned it (Mexico is very dusty) before we came over and even gave us his cell phone number to call if we needed anything during the night (he had a small aborrotes, or corner store). The generosity of some people astounds me.

Over the next day and a half we walked around the city, saw dances, listened to music, and went to artisanal fairs (Albeit there was a lot of standing around for me as someone who likes to stick to a schedule!). There were at least 4 different stages were various acts were scheduled throughout the day and evening. Almost everything was free to the public. We decided to pay 60 pesos (roughly $4.50) to see an Opera in the evening, because when else could I pay that little to see opera performed? My favorite part was really how amazing the people were. Despite there being lots of people and crowds, everyone was very tranquilo (calm) and polite. Unlike some other places that I have travelled where people push you over the smallest things, no one here was aggressive. For example, a Mexican group was performing songs in the street at night. They would stop to sing and then move onto another location. Everyone just followed them almost like a parade while singing along. Even when there were some men giving out free wine, no one pushed! It was a really pretty city, and I hope to get the chance to spend more time there in the future.

the girls: Laura, Yutsul, Alumine, Marlu

Yutsul & I overlooking Alamos

Local crafts

Central Plaza

Opera house

Birds eye view of the houses with courtyards inside


Sunday, January 15, 2012

Back to the Desert


I am always perplexed how sometimes life moves by at such a slow pace that you can almost count each day in minutes passed, while at other times it moves so quickly it’s as if it never happened. For me, the month of December was an intricate combination of the two. After the students went back to Prescott early in the month and the fellows returned to having the station to themselves, it felt oddly quiet. Shortly after, the fellows began heading home in rapid succession. Despite having a bit of field work left to do, I was struggling to stay on track as I eagerly awaited my turn to spend my first Christmas at home in three years.

Finally my day came and I made it back to the Cape. There were even some welcoming flurries on our drive to remind me what snow looks like. My time at home was a blur of yummy food, spending time with family, catching up with friends, and of course, seeing my dog Finn. I couldn’t believe how small he looks in comparison to Ocotillo (my Mexican pup) who is over 40 lbs now!

Next up I jetted back to Phoenix to meet Neil for a whirlwind tour of Arizona. The red rocks of Sedona were stunning, as was the Grand Canyon as inspiring as I could have imagined. The trip sped by and before I knew it we were on the bus heading back to Kino Bay… however, this part was pretty brutal as the already long journey was extended by many hours due to our bus breaking down.

I’ve been back at the station for almost 2 weeks now but in that time I’ve already moved and started various new projects including grant writing and there are Brown Pelican nest’s to monitor. I now live in a small house attached to a boat storage facility due to a huge influx of students this quarter. It’s simple, yet very comfortable. Ocotillo is enjoying his new bed I lugged with me all the way from Phoenix, and I am enjoying having a little more independence. My commute to work is a three minute walk and I even have an ocean view if I sit at the dining table just right. Muy tranquilo. 


nueva casita
living area with Ocotillo enjoying his new bed
cocina

Sedona AZ



Grand Canyon

Montezuma's Castle AZ