A Romanian, a Croatian and a Pole head for Chiapas. None of us knew much about this forsaken Mexican province.
Landing in Mexico City is pretty spectacular. On approach, from high above, a sea of buildings stretch as far as the eye can see. The metropolitan area has a population of 20 millions…enough to fit the whole population of Romania in one city. The plane maneuvered for a good 10 minutes over houses and boulevards and we seem to land right in the middle of the town, on one of the main avenues. If the smog permits (which is rather rarely), you can see Popocatepetl (the Smoking Mountain) and Ixtachuatl (the Sleeping Woman) – the two volcanoes that beautify Mexico City’s skyline.
Thanks to Ana’s planning, the two of us got to spend a few hours in Mexico City between flights. We visited Colonia Condesa, a quiet, charming, residential neighborhood 30 minutes away from the airport. We had lunch at a local taqueria, where Ana fell in love with tortillas. I fell in love with the bright orange walls which I vowed to replicate back home. Post-tacos we headed to a nice, spiffy café off a street pleasantly cast in cool tree shadows. It’s there that I had my first carajillo, which now tops my list of favorite drinks (one espresso shot and one shot of 43, poured over ice).
Couple of hours later we were back in Terminal one to meet the rest of our crew: Agnieszka. The team was complete and we board on the pretty uneventful flight to Tuxtla. We took a taxi to our final destination, San Cristobal de las Casas, the cultural capital of Chiapas. It was night and I could not see the scenery at all, however, I could tell we were on pretty rugged terrain, the road was mostly hairpin curves that left us slightly dizzy after one hour. The cabbie lost his way on the narrow San Cristobal streets looking for hour temporary home, a family owned posada. There we are! The dueños welcomed us – a young Mexican couple with a German last name and two kids. We were kindly shown in our room, situated at the back of a lovely courtyard lined with arches and columns so typical to colonial houses. Our suite had a livingroom, a bedroom and a bathroom. Colors? Crazy blue with neon pink in the rooms, topped with atomic green curtains. The bathroom could really wake you up even in the middle of the night with the bright pink mauve and green walls.
Not tired enough, we decided to check out San Cristobal, our home for the coming week. I was instantly charmed by the cobblestone streets bordered with petite, elegant, colorful houses. We made it to the zocalo, the main square, which was only a few blocks away from our house. In dire need to celebrate our arrival we entered the first bar that came across our path, El Cocodrillo.
An elegant and colorful bar, candle-light and comfortable, it had only a few customers listening to this guy playing very romantic music. To get into the mood, we ordered our Baja California glasses of wine, and sighed at the sound of this painfully romantic voice singing “el llanto mio tiene lagrimas negras como mi vida”… Here is Compay Segundo version of this beautiful song.
Ending on a romantic note, we hit the sack in our blue-and-pink room.