Monday, January 30, 2023

La Paz, Cabo, and Todos Santos

Sebastian, Richard, the dog, and Alberto

On Thursday, we drove to La Paz, the capital of the state of Baja California Sur. Our first stop was at Arte La Xoma. Alberto is basically the English-speaking representative of families who do high level custom copper work. The work is done in Santa Clara del Cobre, in Michoacan. The cost of living is much higher in the Baja, so the work is done in Michoacan. They start with a solid block of copper, heat it red hot, and then a team of workers with sledgehammers beat it into a sheet, and shape it to make it a bathtub, sink, bowl, plate, or whatever is desired. We enjoyed our visit, and Richard urged his son, Sebastian, to create a website for the business. Richard bought a copper bowl from them in 2006, when they had a shop in Todos Santos.



The Malecon in La Paz


Our next stop was Bismarkcito, a restaurant on the Malecon in La Paz. The Malecon is a sidewalk along the bay, with palm trees, and is one of the tourist attractions of the town. We started out outside, but the cold wind caused us to move inside. Richard and Sandi had sea bass Veracruzana, which Sandi liked very much. The portions were huge.


We then went to the regional museum of history and anthropology, which took us from the migration of humans to the Americas, all the way to statehood for Baja California Sur, which did not take place until 1974. The Baja has historically been lightly populated, with missions up and down the peninsula. There was a special exhibit of underwater archaeology of a US submarine which sunk near the coast. Perhaps the most impressive exhibit was large photos of the paintings done by the Paleoindians, which are now a UNESCO world heritage site.


We made a brief stop at the Nicholas Bravo Mercado, mostly to let people see a real Mexican market, and then headed home.


Pam, Sandi and Jackie

Friday we drove to Cabo San Lucas to have lunch with Jackie and Martin, who were college friends of Sandi, Pam, and David. We met them at Dona Lolitas restaurant, down the street from our hotel in Cabo, where the owner greeted us like friends, as we had eaten there before. In Todos Santos, we tried to buy fish and get cash from an ATM, but were not successful.


Saturday we had lunch at Cerritos Surf Town, where we were able to watch some folks surfing. We spoke later to some surfers,, and they pointed out the larger waves further from the beach, 6 meters or 20 feet. They said that they had been surfing hard in the morning and were resting now. Sandi and Richard walked on the beach, which was fairly busy with kids and dogs.



 In the evening, Richard went out to watch the music at the Tropic of Cancer Music Festival. His favorite was a local band, los Hijos del Tropico, a perfect name for a group from a town that is bisected by the Tropic of Cancer. There was a lot of energy, they were having fun, and not taking themselves too seriously. He also enjoyed Radio Free Honduras, a band from Chicago, led by a Honduran, backed up by Anglo musicians.


On Sunday we went to mass at noon. It was a bigger deal than usual, with a bishop attending. One of the people on the altar was a woman whose only function appeared to be holding the bishop's mitre when he took it off...... The previous week the priest spoke about the current bishop, nearing retirement age, and the new bishop, to be ordained late in January. We were confused when the bishop appeared to be neither of these. We found out at the end of mass that the bishop was an auxiliary bishop from Mexico City. After mass, we took our picture in front of the Todos Santos sign. Lunch was at Tre Galline, good.


Richard had read about live music by an all woman band at Todos Santos Brewing, so we went there for dinner. The band was Son del Mar, two sisters playing Son Jarocho, a type of folk music from Veracruz. Although they were originally from Monterrey, they had family in Veracruz, and had learned to play in that style. One of their key instruments was the tarima, a small platform with vent holes, which amplified the sound of their shoes on the platform, using their shoes as tap shoes. Their mother wore a mask of an old woman for a folkloric dance, La Vieja.




At dawn Monday morning, Richard drove to Punta Lobos in hopes of seeing the fishermen set out, but the waves were too large that day. We returned to Taller 17 for their brownies, excellent with or without gluten. Then we went back to Cerritos Surf Town for lunch. We enjoyed watching whales; David said that I had done a good job getting the whales to show up. We were fascinated to watch a wedding company set up a photo shoot. They even gave us the flowers left over from the shoot. We stayed through sunset. It was really an excellent way to end our trip.



We got up early on Tuesday morning to head home. We took the toll road to the airport, turned in the car, and waited for our flight to Phoenix. We cleared customs and immigration in Phoenix. We had lunch with Pam and Dave, and then went to our respective gates. The weather forecast in Denver was bad; Sandi booked us a hotel room for Tuesday night at the airport. Three out of four Southwest flights from Phoenix to Denver were canceled that afternoon, but our flight flew on time. It was snowing hard by the time we landed in Denver, so we were happy that we did not need to drive I-25 in a snowstorm, when we were tired.





Relaxing in Todos Santos

 

Thursday we headed north towards Todos Santos. Check in at our Airbnb was 3 pm, so we decided to hang out at a bar until then. On Wednesday, we had met a Canadian musician at our hotel, and learned that he would be playing at Shaka's bar in Cerritos on Friday night. Cerritos is about 15 minutes from Todo Santos, and on our way. We had lunch at Shaka's, a classic funky surfer bar, and hung out. We arrived at our Airbnb before 3 pm and moved in. The road is rough, but the place is nice. The house is decorated in Mexican style, with decorative tile; the owner is a silversmith. The house is almost at the top of the hill; the deck has a great view of the town and mountains. Sandi and I are in the upstairs bedroom. We decided to head to town, and had dinner at Miguel's restaurant. After dinner we shopped at El Sol Supermarket.


Friday we headed to town to go shopping. After a couple of stops, we drove and found Tacos y Mariscos El Sinaloense, where we had tacos, margaritas and beer. After lunch, we found Bodegas Lizarraga, with a good selection of vegetables. We bought shrinp and fish out of the back of a truck across the street, and headed back home. We left the house about 5:45 to drive to Shaka's in daylight, and had dinner there.



The music at Shaka's was a blast from the past,, and started at 7 PM, perhaps keeping in mind the age of the audience. Most of the people there were senior citizens, including the musicians. The music was from our youth. Dave Stone, the musician we met in Cabo, is 69 years old, still rocking, playing the keyboard and singing. His guitar player was about the same age. There were people dancing, and Sandi and I got on the dance floor towards the end of the first set. We carefully drove home in the dark.



Saturday, we drove to the Hotel California for lunch. The story is that the Eagles song of the same name refers to this hotel, but the hotel website denies it. The Hotel is a boutique hotel.  The magazine is from our local REA, which publishes photos of  folks holding their magazine in interesting places.   


Sandi and I walked around the town, looking for shoes and scoping out the stores. Sandi bought artisanal cocoa from a tiny shop. There was a kind of tree in one shopping area, with many anonymous wishes on cards hanging from the tree. Sandi and Pam fixed a nice shrimp dinner. We had seen posters advertising a music festival, with a preview performance at La Morena bar; Richard went down to check it out and learn more about the festival.


We discovered that we are exactly on the Tropic of Cancer, which is 23.4363 degrees north of the equator. The upper deck of the house is 23.4368 degrees north, according to my phone. The road is 23.4365, so the tropic of cancer runs through the yard of the house across the street. Our altitude is 163 feet. To define the Tropic of cancer, it is the northernmost lattitude at which the sun is directly overhead, generally on June 20th.


Sunday we went to the noon mass in downtown Todos Santos. It was well attended, with an enthusiastic choir. At the end of mass, the priest explained how the new bishop and the old bishop would share the job for three years, and that there would be a big ceremony in the stadium in La Paz for the ordination of the new bishop. All were encouraged to attend the ordination. We had a tasty lunch at Catrina Cantina, with garlic fish that all agreed was outstanding.





We headed north to the nonprofit which releases sea turtles, Tortugero Las Playitas.. They patrol the beach, gather the eggs, and then incubate them in the sand under a kind of greenhouse or hoop house. The Tropic of Cancer is as far north as the turtles lay their eggs, and some do not hatch here without help. They released the tiny black turtles near the water, and they crawled towards the water until a wave carried them out to sea. This time of year, some turtles hatch every day.



Monday we headed downtown to shop; we found tourist items, expensive clothes, and many beautiful things. The ladies bought T-shirts for grandkids, Richard bought sandals, David bought a hat, and we hit mostly the shops north of the church. The sidewalks were challenging to walk, as the town is not flat, and the sidewalks vary a lot. Lunch was at the restaurant Tre Galline, which is Italian for three hens, and was excellent. We dropped off laundry to pick up Wednesday. The ladies cooked fish for dinner.



Tuesday Sandi and Richard went out to visit shops north of the church. Sandi bought some earrings from a silversmithing shop run by a silversmithing family. Her grandmother appeared in a Mexican Silversmithing book. We chatted with a sculptor who had some very nice work in various media. We had huevos rancheros at Tre Galline. We did some grocery shopping, and then came home to pick up Pam and Dave for our cooking lesson at Hablando Mexicano. 






Victoria, the instructor, spoke little English; Richard translated as required. She started with ceviche made with marlin that her father had caught. It takes lots of lemons to make ceviche. We had poblano chiles sliced in thin strips, cooked in light cream, with blue corn tortillas mixed and flattened by hand. She cooked over a hardwood fire. We all had a good time, and the food was excellent.


  




We have to show the dogs who hung around our house.  They were never a problem, except when you had to step over them......












Wednesday we went to Cerritos Beach Club for lunch. Manuel, our waiter, brought a chalkboard to our table with the menu written on it. We enjoyed being next to the water. We drove through Pescadero, which had a commercial district and modest houses. Pescadero is on the east side of the main road, the Carretera Transpenninsular.









Monday, January 9, 2023

Los Cabos

The drama on this trip started days before we left the house. We had booked flights on Southwest Airlines, but Southwest operations had a dramatic meltdown at Christmas, with thousands of flights canceled. Sandi wanted to rebook on Delta, so we did. The schedule was less convenient, but we figured it was a safer bet. Our flight 

 Delta was very early, so we decided to book a room at the airport. As we were pulling into the Hilton Garden Inn parking lot, Delta sent Sandi a message saying that weather was likely to disrupt flights in Salt Lake City, where we were going to change planes. They offered to let us cancel or change our reservation with no fee. Sandi said that in all the years she had been flying on Delta, she had only received a message like that once before. When we got into the hotel room, we decided to try to rebook on Southwest! We were able to get the original flights, for the same money. All in all, a 360 degree turn, before we got to the airport......

Tuesday morning we got on the airport shuttle at 6, waited 30 minutes to check our bags, and headed for the bridge looking for shorter lines; the airport guide sent us to the priority line, and we almost felt guilty bypassing the folks standing in line. Sandy talked to the attendant at the gate, and he volunteered to let us board early, since my hip surgery is recent. The Southwest employees seemed cheerful enough, having survived the meltdown. One of the flight attendants was not quite in uniform, with black tights with big red hearts, and a toy sombrero on her head. We arrived in Cabo on time, but had a long line at immigration. We picked up an X-trail SUV at Enterprise, and headed for our hotel in Cabo San Lucas. The hotel was modest but clean. We decided to head to Mare Nostrum for dinner; it is within the very fancy Pueblo Bonito hotel. The Mare Nostrum was not open that early, so we ate outside off the pool menu, burgers and burritos. The view of the harbor and the rocks at the cape was fabulous. Our waiter was funny and very attentive, and gave us some sweets. We were all tired after dinner, and headed back to the hotel. Sandi and I walked a few blocks to a small Supermarket, and stocked up on water and yogurt.




Wednesday we went two blocks to Wachinango restaurant. Wachinango being a play on the word Huachinango, which refers to a fish. The restaurant was full of funny posters and signs. I particularly liked the satire of a scandal newspaper, referring to the singer Paquita del Barrio, who revealed the secret that Trump was her son.....


Sandi and Richard with the famous Arco de los Cabos in the background

















Mama whale and calf


After breakfast we were picked up in a van to go on our Pezgato whale watching tour. The tour was on a 50 foot sailing trimeran, although they never raised the sails. Getting in and out of the marina, the boat traffic was very heavy; the captain had to be very attentive. With one motor, and a fixed propeller, maneuvering is not easy. We paused at the rock formation, El Arco del Cabo, passing the Playa de Amor, and later the Playa de Divorcio. We did get to see humpback whales, including a young calf. Richard enjoyed chatting with the crew in Spanish. The crew was very attentive, and we all had a good time. 


 We went back to the hotel, and then headed to El Metate restaurant for an early dinner. The restaurant was out of town, in an industrial area, far from the bars. The ambiance was simple but elegant, basically outdoors. The food was inventive Mexican food. Victor is the manager, and Daniel was our waiter. The food was excellent, as were the margaritas; Victor shared the margarita recipe. We watched a group making margaritas as part of a cooking class. Sandi was surprised to see a rattlesnake in the mezcal, and a scorpion in the tequila bottle.