Friday, November 25, 2011

Feria Maestros del Arte

Every November, Chapala hosts the Feria Maestros del Arte, a Mexican craft show and sale, now in its tenth year. Artisans from all over Mexico come to Chapala to display their crafts.  they stay for free with local families, and thy get to keep all the money from the sales.  Above is a collection of the famous Mexican Katrinas from Michoacan.  This year we bought a few Christmas gifts.  We visit the Ojeda knife display, from Sayula, every year and buy a knife.  This year we added a beautiful cleaver to our knife collection.  Here are some photos which capture a sample of the colorful items for sale:


The show also had some entertainment.  Below some young Mexican girls prepared for a performance of Ballet Folklorico:

And our friends from Maine, Ron and Jean, hosted a potter family from Tonala in Guadalajara.  They pose here for a photo with their family:

The other big news, for me, this month is the release of my new collection of poetry, Migration.  
The book is titled after the title poem which captures the spiritual experience on visiting the Monarch butterfly reserve near Zitacuaro, Michoacan in 2010.  It includes 57 poems written in the past two years.  About one third of the poems are about Mexico and another third are autobiographical.  Four of my poet friends and I, calling ourselves the "Not-Yet-Dead Poets' Society" are planning a reading in December, and poet Mel Goldberg and I are planning a book-signing event in January.  

The new book, along with my previous two collections, Sacred Lake and Agave Blood are now available online from Amazon as Kindle Books.  

Long-time readers of this blog may remember our marvelous house sitters, Mike and Christi who watched our house and Chuy for five weeks in the summer of 2010.  We, they are living here for the winter and joined us yesterday at our Thanksgiving celebration with our UU Fellowship. Here they are at the dinner table, along with a photo of Lew Crippen, our host and chief cook: 

And now, for the REALLY BIG NEWS: Pixie and I have made the decision to change our status here and become snowbirds.  In March, we will, once again, shed many of our belongings and relocate back to Maine, for most of the year, coming to Mexico only in the winter.  It is not an easy decision, but it seems like the correct one for us.  The primary factors in our decision have been family considerations and health care.  We want to be nearer to our children.  Our girls, Wendy and Cassie, live in Maine, and our son, Eric, and his family, including our grand daughter, Isabelle, are in Indiana.  We should be able to see all of them more often living in Maine.  And we both want to have our health care centered in Maine so we can use Medicare as we turn 65.  We are happy to be preserving our connection to Mexico, albiet part time.  We hope to stay in touch with our Mexican roots.  We do not regret the almost five years we will have spent here as full time residents, but, for us, this is the right decision.  I will keep the blog going until we return to Maine. Then I will end this blog and, perhaps, start a new one to coincide with this new chapter in our lives.  

Monday, November 14, 2011


We just returned, last last night, from our favorite beach town, Rincon de Guayabitos, a warm-water beach located on a small bay about an hour north of Puerto Vallarta on Mexico's Pacific coast.  It has been a beach getaway since 1971 when the government of Mexico decided to promote some of the beach towns north of Vallarta as tourism resorts.  Interestingly, Guayabitos gets many Mexican nationals visiting it, but also many Canadians. There are apparently very few US tourists.  Most people thought we must be Canadian.  

The all-inclusive cost, which includes food, drinks, room, use of all the pools, beach towels, and nightly shows, is about $90US per day per couple Sunday through Thursday and about $110US on Saturdays and Sunday.  We took a bus this year instead of driving. 

We go to the beach each year to help celebrate Pixie's birthday on November 10th. This year we tried a different hotel and were very pleased.  The other all inclusive hotel we had used two previous years was good, except the food was not.  The hotel we stayed in this year, Delcameron Coco's, is one of a chain of Delcameron all inclusive resorts located throughout Latin America and the Caribbean.  We were very pleased with its organization.  And the food was excellent.  We were easily able to get good-quality vegan choices at every meal.  We mostly hung around on the beach but they had lovely pools and shows nightly which were very good.  The only sour note was that Pixie picked up a virus and was not feeling well, particularly on her birthday.  But overall, we were very pleased.  Here are some photos.  

We were greeted each afternoon with different swans made out of bath towels on our bed...

We ate our meals in one of three spacious restaurants.  This is the one we chose because of the wonderful vegan choices and the ocean view...

 Pixie went for a before-breakfast swim on her birthday...
 The islands in the Guayabitos Bay resemble a large whale...
 The gardens around Coco's were very well kept-- these lilies were near our room...
 These mariachi musicians serenaded us on "Mexican Night." Notice the little guy...

 We were able to give some business to the vendors.   This guy tattooed my arm (see below) and wove a cute name bracelet for our grand daughter, Isabelle...
 They start young.  This little guy was selling woven bracelets and wallets...
 Luis, shown here with his wife, Carla, and his son, Jeshua, sold jewelry and Havana cigars (legal here, duh!)...
 Our final night we saw an excellent international dance show...
Pixie couldn't resist having her hair braided...
 And I got this tattoo in honor of Pixie's birthday (She's a scorpio)...

So now we're back home.  Our car has an electric problem and won't start.  Our mechanic came to our house and picked up the car this morning (only in Mexico!)  Hopefully, we'll have it back soon.  In the meantime, we can walk!  

Before we left we met our new friend from Maine, Angela, for dinner at her house.  Check out her blog:

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Day of the Dead and Halloween

Yesterday was the Dia de los Muertos celebration in Mexico, commonly known as the Day of the Dead.  As I've pointed our before on this blog, this is an opportunity for Mexicans to gather with their families at graveyards and communicate with their dead family members.  But, perhaps more importantly, they celebrate their lives and remember them.  They bring the dead relative's favorite food or drink, and share a meal at the graveside.  They may bring their special animals (dogs, horses, goats) and play their favorite songs. It is truly a happy celebration, unlike the more solemn Memorial Day celebrations in the United States.  We generally do not go to the graveyard as it feels a bit like one is violating a private time.  

In previous years we have gone to Chapala where one street has been designated for public altars celebrating their family members.  These are colorful and very personal.  People sometimes serve food and drink.  We didn't make it this year; Pixie had some kind of a bug and didn't feel well, so we stayed home and had a quiet evening.  But here is a Picasa photo album of some of the altars in Chapala last night taken by my friend, Ron Mullenaux:

Halloween, which comes a couple of days before the Day of the Dead, is becoming a bigger holiday in Mexico.  Children go, often in large groups, from house to house singing, "Quermos! Halloween!" which means literally... "We want!  Halloween"  It is their version of "trick or treat!"  This year we were inundated with children and had to go buy additional candy.  Here are some photos of the trick or treaters.

Pixie is still teaching a class for the same four children at the orphanage in Chapala.  Like last year, she put on a Halloween celebration for them this year.  They dressed in costumes, carved a pumpkin the week before, played games and ate candy.  Pixie was dressed as a bruja (broo-ha) or witch, for the occasion.  Here are some photos.

Guadalajara's Pan American Games ended last weekend, and from all reports it was a great success. A number of people we know traveled into Guadalajara for some events, and more saw the water skiing event here on Lake Chapala. 

My friend Lew Crippen, who accompanied us to the baseball preliminary matches, called to tell me he was going to go up and try to score some tickets to the gold medal match last week and asked if I was game to go.  It was another three hour ride, but how often would I get to see this?  The semifinal games were Mexico-Canada vs. the US and Cuba.  keep in mind, Cuba had won the Gold medal at the last ten Pan Am games, over forty years!  But this year, the US beat Cub 12-10, and Canada beat Mexico 5-2, so the Gold Medal game was between the US and Canada.  I was hoping for Mexico in the Gold Medal game, but we'd never be able to get tickets for that game, so I guess that was good for us.  (Cuba beat Mexico 6-0 in the Bronze Medal game).  We got to the game early and found a guy selling two tickets for $1300 pesos, a bit less that $100 US.  But since the price of the sold-out tickets at the box office for this game was $800MX each, we grabbed them and had great seats.  We enjoyed the friendly Mexican crowd and saw a fantastic game.  We were about the only gringos at the game, although I saw a few Canadians waving a Canadian flag behind home plate.  The game was a pitching duel, which Canada won 2-1.  We stayed for the long-delayed medal ceremony.  I am glad I got to see it.  Here are some photos (The Canadians are in the dark jerseys).

We got out of the game about 10:30 and wanted to get on the road for the drive home.  Unfortunately, we had a flat tire.  We had hit a piece of tire on the highway on the way up but didn't think it did any damage.  We managed to get the tire off, but all we had for a spare was a donut tire which we could only drive 50 mph on.  We were talking with the Mexican man at the gas station where we had stopped, and, unbelievably, he said there was a lantaria, or tire repair shop, open across the street.  So I stayed behind and guarded his jacked up car, pictured here: 

We got the car back together and hit the road about 11:15.  We were a little worried because the tire guy told Lew he fixed the car "poco, not mucho."  Well, we didn't really know what that meant, but it didn't sound very reassuring.  Nevertheless, keeping an eye on the tire pressure, we made it home a bit after 2AM.  Long night, but a fun adventure.  

Next Tuesday, Pixie and I are going to the beach on the Pacific coast, Rincon de Guayabitos, for her birthday.  Last year we went to Manzanillo instead, but we were disappointed with it, so this year it's back to our favorite beach town.  I'll post some photos when we return after the 13th.  

Finally, here's an article our Canadian friend, Pat, shared with us about the "Canadian enclave" Ajijic: 

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Peaceful Canadian port thrives amid a Mexican drug war

October 24, 2011
Robyn Doolittle
About eight years ago, Burlington residents Julianne and Chisholm Lyons moved to a small village called Ajijic about an hour outside of Guadalajara. It is said to have one of the largest Canadian ex-pat communities in the world, with an estimated 8,000 Canucks. At 84, Chisholm is co-president of the Canadian Club. Julianne, 80, a former Etobicoke city councillor, is organizing a music festival featuring Canadian musicians.
Robyn Doolittle/Toronto Star
AJIJIC, MEXICO — Every inch of Julianne and Chisholm Lyons’ two-storey Mexican casa is adorned with mementos from their exotic travels. An antique door from Indonesia. Colourful photos of Thailand. Artwork from China. But tucked away in a little corner of their dining room is a keepsake from Canada: a framed photo of their old Burlington home, buried one foot in snow.
“Just a little reminder that we live in paradise,” said 80-year-old Julianne, a former Etobicoke city councillor. “Not that we would forget it.”
“Paradise” is not a word used by too many to describe Mexico these days, not with more than 40,000 deaths attributed to the country’s drug wars over the last five years. A couple of fatal shootings linked to organized crime happened just a few weeks ago in this otherwise charming lakeside village about an hour outside of Guadalajara on Lake Chapala.
The violence seems far removed from the world of the Lyons, who moved to Ajijic eight years ago, lured by its cobblestone streets, gentle pace of life and authentic Mexican vibe.
In fact, Ajijic has been luring snowbirds from the United States and Canada since the 1970s and is believed to be the largest concentrated community of expat Canadians in the world. The local Canadian Club estimates 8,000 Canucks — just over half of the village’s population — call Ajijic home most of the year.
Like everyone in Ajijic, the Lyons are defensive about how Mexico is being portrayed around the world. A recent story that appeared in the Dallas Morning News, which suggested cartels are moving in on the Chapala area, has the entire village incensed. Those in this retirement community make the eyebrow-raising argument that the vast majority of Mexico is safer than Toronto.
The Lyons’ home is in a gated corner of town, but most of the houses in Ajijic aren’t. Etobicoke resident Tom Gladney said a gate isn’t needed.
“People have this very wrong perception of Mexico,” said Gladney, 70, a former executive with Eaton’s. “My son will call and say: ‘How are you doing down there in that third world country?’ and I’ll say: ‘Sorry, can’t talk to you right now. I’m going grocery shopping at Costco.’”
Speaking en route to her morning yoga class, Torontonian Cece Girling, a charismatic former fashion businesswoman, said the cartel rumours are overblown.
“A few years ago, yes some businesses were getting calls — give us money and we’ll protect you. But that happens. The expats are protected because, well, the drug cartels don’t speak English and the Spanish just hang up,” she said, making a left-hand turn at the new mostly English-language movie theatre.
There are subtle signs of the Great White North everywhere in this community.
The supermarket imports authentic maple syrup. There’s an English-language library with 25,000 books. Satellite television picks up Toronto news stations. A popular local pub hosts Hockey Night on Thursdays. (No Canadian beer on tap unfortunately.) There’s even a Wal-Mart.
Every day here feels like late spring. Warm enough to swim — which is good since almost everyone has a pool — but cool enough to spend the entire day outside.
When 84-year-old Chisholm fell gravely ill with colon cancer, the couple didn’t consider for a moment heading back to Canada.
The Lyons pay about $1,200 a year to be part of Mexico’s socialized health care, but to battle Chisholm’s cancer, they decided to use the private system. Between the X-rays, biopsies, MRIs and eight months of chemotherapy — which included a doctor driving from Guadalajara to Ajijic each week to administer the treatment — the total bill was just over $30,000.
“The standard of care here is first-rate. The hospitals are incredible. The doctors are world class. I was very, very sick,” said Chisholm, a former corporate lawyer with an MBA from Harvard. His cancer is gone.
The cost of real estate in the Chapala area had been steadily climbing until 2010. Then the Mexican drug war exploded. Safety fears combined with the American recession has ground the market to a standstill. Sales are down more than 25 per cent.
It takes a certain kind of person to pick up and move to Mexico, so the cast of characters in Ajijic is predictably impressive.
There are world-renowned architects, designers, and artists, high-powered lawyers, a fashion editor and an Olympic figure skater. Engineers, entrepreneurs and corporate executives. Most are retired and eager to redirect their talents.
Donations from expats in Ajijic support about four orphanages, a school for deaf and disabled children, the Lake Chapala Red Cross, and various arts programs.
Nicholas Favian, a bartender at Salt & Pepper tavern who commutes to Ajijic from Guadalajara every day, says the expats are good for the area.
“The tourism is important for this area. They stimulate the economy. They go out more than locals and they tip more. A Canadian will go out four or five times a week. Locals will go out once a week,” said Favian.
And so far, locals have not been shut out from buying homes. The cost of real estate is high for the elaborate villas favoured by expats, but typical Mexican homes are still affordable and are passed down through the generations.
Because the cost of living is so much less, Canadians are able to afford luxuries they might not be able to at home. Mexican maids are paid about $1.50 (Canadian) an hour in Guadalajara. In Ajijic, expats pay about $5 an hour — still a fraction of the cost.
In Ajijic, about $420,000 will get you three bedrooms, four baths, a pool with a waterfall, fireplace, purified water system and fully-equipped gourmet kitchen.
For the Lyons, the only thing that’s missing in Mexico is their children. They have seven, plus four grandchildren.
“All I can say is thank goodness for the Internet,” said Julianne. “And you know they’re getting close to retirement too. We’re not pushing it. We’re not even mentioning it, but — well — wouldn’t that be lovely.”