World Love in Chiapas

Love: I met up with Tammy right on schedule. I was introduced to some of her conference buddies, and we went out for hot chocolate and cheese. Trying to order ANYTHING sin carne is nearly impossible. The waiter actually misheard us and thought we said sin queso. Tammy was already accustomed to their cognitive dissonance (they simply don't believe in vegetarians), and correctly him before we had to peel sliced ham off of our melted cheese sandwiches.

Music: The Revolución nightclub had a ska band which played until the bar shut down. The trumpet player needed to be tuned the old-fashioned way (old band joke: how do you tune two <insert detested musical instrument player here >? Shoot one of them). Somehow, I bonded with another bar patron who was ecstatic that I would watch his stuff while he went out for a cigarette. High fives all around.

Wine: We had to go to three different bars in San Cristóbal to find a glass of red wine. The trattoria ran out of red wine, unless we wanted to fork over MX$250 for our own bottle (about US$23). The tapas bar next door had just corked their last bottle as well. The Gato Gordo had wine by the glass, priced at MX$2. It was poured from a jug and tasted like it. We switched to blue margaritas.

Revolution: We were in San Cristóbal de las Casas on el Día de Revolución, a public holiday in México. Not to disappoint, the people revolted. Massive demonstrations were the highlight of the day. In the D.F., Obrador inaugurated his shadow government, and in San Cristóbal Zapatistas, labor unions, peasants, and farmers all came out to show their colors (black and red, in case you wanted to know). Some rebels shut down the road to Villahermosa as a show of force, though it was reopened without incident the following the day.

Other bordeaux: Aguas Azules, Palenque, Toniná (you've never been?), lots of damn good coffee, the three horse town of Ocosingo, and who could forget Dr Baby Jesus. At his shrine in the main church of San Cristóbal, he wears his scrubs and a stethoscope. Tammy's photo stream can be found here. No pictures of Dr Baby Jesus, though. Cameras make the Dr Baby Jesus cry.

2 Comments:

At 11/30/06, 5:46 PM, Anonymous saar said...

Chiapas is great! I've been to all these places back in '98. Did you go to the freaky church with the coke bottles? Good memories... that's where I got the news I was accepted into university... only one application ;)

 
At 12/4/06, 7:12 PM, Blogger Crinis said...

Didn't see the coke bottle church. That sounds pretty cool though. We did see lots of mediocre catholic art, and lots of 'give here for your ailment'. Can't say I'm a fan of Latin-American Catholicism (or catholicism in general, heck, religion in general). There's so much more they could be doing to help folks out, and instead they're handing out free posters of JPII.

 

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