After musing through Santina’s stay in Mexico and Natalie’s Baja jaunt, I was excited and mentally prepared for this almost month long trip (after not having been back in five years) to the motherland of my parents. We have the luxury of having a home already there, which my dad built himself.
The majority of our time was spent in their hometown of Jalostotitlan – a small bustling town outside of much larger Guadalajara. It is known for its churches, fair skinned people (that surrounding whole area is actually), they have their own Saint (look up Toribio Romo), lively festivals (we caught the summer one), bull fights, pyrotechnic displays, all the other nearby similar towns, and so many other things that I can never finish describing. I would have to take you all there. Live it through my photos!
The transit system over there is basically a series of buses that connect from one city to another much like Greyhound would be. Sometimes you get off in one city, and you transfer to another bus to arrive at your destination- this is what we were doing here to visit my dad’s family that lives in another city.
Wearing: Tunic: American Apparel thrifted. Pants: Zara. Shoes: Target from swapmeet.
Shortly after wearing these shoes, they met their untimely death from too much walking (it was like the 3rd time I wore them too). Straight to the garbage!
Guess who was waiting across from us while we waited for the bus?
Oh and this won’t be the last you see of animals- animals everywhere!
Lot’s of people riding horses, even kids. All day, everywhere. This boy is costumed as a Roman soldier (the other people were waiting for a procession).
We even found this tiny guy outside of the church one day
Speaking of church- much (but not all) of Mexico is very religious, they take their religious festivities very seriously, but also use the time to enjoy themselves and celebrate. The time we were there revolves around celebrating the ascension of Mary into heaven if you want to read more about online somewhere else. So fifteen days in August are dedicated to celebrating that- people take turns carrying her around in processions.
These churches and figures date back hundreds of years, some even brought over from Spain. They carry this figure around all over the city, and people take turns to help (even we did it one day!)
See, here is a photo of Diana right after we carried her. Notice the girls in front that took on the task after us. It was heavy and I was scared of dropping it the whole time.
Each year she gets a new dress. It is quite eerie to see these figures up close. This one is fairly small but some churches have large and life sized statues that look human! And many of these are hundreds of years old. Mexico is littered with this rich religious history.
I feel like I am bombarding you with church things, but they are these beautiful architectural feats that are central to Mexico. Each one is unique, you’ll see through my photos as well.
The city pays special groups of people that specialize in ancient native dancing to come perform throughout the festival. Even though here, the native culture was almost completely wiped out by the Spanish.
One day we visited Tonala, a municipality of the Capital, Guadalajara. A combination of the heat and walking we did there resulted in very few photos. So I’ll only share this one. The city is a major shopping destination. Especially for traditional artisan goods, this was just one of the hundreds of stores.
Our preferred drink for three weeks. Made with sugar cane, not with corn syrup. Just the way it should be.
Back home, this is our street. The homes are side by side, everyone knows each other, neighbors actually talk to each other!
And almost nothing but blue skies (except for the occasional thunder storm).
What else can I say? Ask me anything!