And I can say for sure – as many more churches we saw  – none of them had anything like those flower…Interesting how some artist came to a very original decor, having in my that there was no internet way then…

Here is the town itself  – heading towards our car. We wanted to have the Maya lady in her national dress standing by the entrance to municipal market:

And the roads looked like this, like a tunnel through an endless  yellow blooming meadow:

In a couple of hours or so we reached the next destination  -Izamal – a town in yellow color! I would say that Izamal means Amber, but as if it is named after Amaryllis, the flower, which I have never seen in yellow…why not Daffodil?

As we entered through this gate – all the buildings were the same color:

No problem to park the car, lots of “estrangeros” driven  in horse carriages, a little tourist town which has a main point – the Cathedral:

The Cathedral, The Anthony Convent as it is called, is not as big or impressive. But the front yard, as I call, is the second after Vatican’s St Peter’s Basilica’s yard by its size:

Pope Paul II visited this town in his times and held a mass in this yard, so that Mexicans built him a monument. Here is the entrance to the Cathedral with “the dance of shades”:

The cross Maya people adjusted to their own taste – draped with their national floral embroidery:

A cloister inside – not yellow?!:

And the decorated gates:

The Cathedral with its yard is beautifully situated on a hill in a place where ancient Maya pyramid stood – as we noticed it was a common practice for the catholic missionaries to disassemble pyramids and build churches using the same stones. Here are some more nicely decorated houses:

Books say that there are still some Maya ruins intact in the town, but had no time to look for them. were heading to Merida!

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Mexico: Uayma and Izamal

While searching on the internet for places to sleep- some cities got us enticed to several ones and we wanted to experience them so that we know. So against my strong belief not to overuse the resources of nature, we slept in two places in Valladolid, different for each night…One was hotel La Aurora, as I described before, a very good one, almost in the center of the city, except that the rooms facing the yard are much more quiet that the street side. But nobody spoke English there, though it is not a big deal. The other night was at Hostel ‘La Candelaria” – in Candelaria square,  a block from La Aurora. The Hostel in not only in a perfect location – they had a tent-church set up in front of a real church in that square and the masses and singing of all town enthusiasts lasted till 12am .  But also – the staff speaks good English, they are very friendly and informative about places to go and see. I can’t express more gratitude for them!  They told about the cenotes, they told about the best restaurants. And the decor there was so pleasant!  As it is typical in Mexican hostels we visited -  there was a jungle garden, colorful little shacks, and “sceleton art” (they call it De Arte Popular – the Day of the Dead themed) pictures and paintings. Here is what we saw once we parked our car on the street and headed towards the hostel:

Without being ashamed – I love this picture! looks like some Tibetan flags but they are Mexican-Catholic flags…All the cultures have connections deep inside and sometimes they show up those connections outside…

Here is the hostel:

behind the blue door was our room. The experience there would have been really nice, except two things. They had to fix the water tank in the evening and until it filled up by the morning -there was no water, no toilets…And it is not so good for quiet night seekers like we are.  Besides the noises from the square and my big efforts to finally fall asleep our neighbors came drunk and the American “she” was chatting in her high pitched voice by our door until they both fell asleep there, on that balcony path…Yak…But, the morning was beautiful and it offered more nice pictures:

Every hostel usually has a dog, a cat. This one tiny creature is called Bob.

The time before Mardi Gras in Mexico is a time of festivals. Here is the Town Fair in Valladolid:

We saw such cows in the fields, and now we saw them in the Fair. Friends who travel to India said that this breed is brought to Mexico from India. Looked very exotic to me, except that it is painful to see them on such short ropes…

Valladolid Cathedral at night and the Burrito Andrei ate at a very artsy-fartsy restaurant Conato on Calle 40:

It is a pity I didn’t take any picture of its interior…It had several copies of Frida Cahlo paintings, some other interesting decors, worth visiting. And the food was good!

While most of the streets in Valladolid intersect at the right angle, Calzada Los Frailes is an exception.  It can be called Diagonal, like in St. George we have one, but far from the looks I saw here:

Boy, I loved this street. This is what I expected to see in Mexico and here it was. In a way – it was a dream come true! The Diagonal leads to Ex Convento San Bernardino:

Two Maya ladies chatting by the entrance…

As it is clear from the name of it – the monastery or convent is not operating any more, but there is still life  inside:

Here is the square in front of the Ex-Convent with blooming trees:

And  here is Valladolid’s cemetery on the way from the town towards Merida. First I was stunned when we entered it:

Like a town of doll houses. I can’t understand how bodies are buried there, so little space for each tomb, except for the newer part of the cemetery and rich family chapels on the sides…

As you can notice – most of the tombs are decorated with tiles. They are very much into tiles in all their structures, I bet they are producing them there and with a peek into one of the tile stores I was amazed at the variety you can get.

Lots of graves have a symbol of an open book – not a finished life story?..

(still much more)

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Mexico – Valladolid again

You wouldn’t have a suspicion that there is something underneath, but this hole is kind of giving a hint:

It is fenced so that there would be no victims of curiosity or absentmindedness:

And those big trees are feeding from the waters of cenote. Here is the entrance:

And here is the “beauty”:

Stalaktites and the roots of those trees are hanging like curtains, the water is transparent and of perfect coolness or warmth, ropes are stretched for the fun or safety of the swimmers and the main point – there was nobody swimming when we came and it was so quiet, the colors lights changing every some minutes:

Light comes also from that hole in the surface among trees, it is seen in the picture from below.

It brings you to a feeling of Bliss! Your body is embraced by the most loving hands of nature and your mind is in a meditative state, what else can you wish for…

But we still traveled more, continue to  follow us…

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Mexico – Dzitnup Cenote

As all town squares it has a Municipal building and a Church:

It also has a cenote. but a fenced one, without stairs, not developed:

And several fenced streets:

Some houses are very poor and shabby, some are not bad at all, all intermixed , not like in the US divided into very distinguished rich areas and poor areas:

Notice the nice metal works on the windows. In those pueblos two things amazed me most – #1:their passion for colors and diligence in painting their fences, houses, poles, trees, whatever:

Notice here under the palm tree – even the lines between stones in the wall are painted green…

And #2: they are never short of concrete…This will better be illustrated in the following blogs, so continue with  me on this amazing trip!

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Mexico – Cuncunul

We got up earlier than usual and rushed to Chichen-Itza, the most advertised, considered the biggest pyramid complex or archeological site as they call it correctly in Yucatan. It was 1 h. drive from Valladolid, with all the villages on our way which means lots of “vibrators” and speed bumps, called “topez” in Spanish, on the road. And that translates to a very slow speed on their roads. Only some highways, of which the one we came to Valladolid, are pleasant and easy to drive. To tell the truth I was very excited to see Chichen-Itza, it sounds in everyone’s mouth when they come from Cancun, it is considered one of the seven wonders of the world, UNESCO  World Heritage site, I heard about special feelings or energies over there and the ticket is the most expensive of all the pyramids we visited. So that gave us hope that it will be really impressive. Here it is, the Queen, the main pyramid of the site, the main Energy provider:

So it looks all right. Very well lined South-North-West-East, very nice proportions for the eye, it has exactly the number of steps as there are days in a year and so on. But, as you can see – it is almost the same as looking at it in a picture – you can get close to it , neither you can climb it…needless to say – I was disappointed. By coming at 9 am we escaped the big crowds brought to here by buses from Cancun, that is right, that was good. But we didn’t escape the big crafts market made from the whole site, so eventually I couldn’t see the ruins there any more, for the craftsmen took my attention completely. They lined with their goods all the paths except for one, and stood there like soldiers in sweltering heat. Some were more insisting than the others, but all had so many elaborate and colorful carvings, that I was mesmerized…

So I would try to walk towards some ruins and lift my head, but again it will go down towards the immense variety of forms and things that were lined by the paths:

How could I resist all that. No way. You will see how I ended up. While you could touch any of those beautiful crafts. you couldn’t come even close to any of the ruins there. Only iguanas had a special permit:

Here is the main pyramid from the back, not so well restored as its front side, I completely understand why those big crowds of gringos are no longer permitted top climb it…

And as I saw in books – those pyramids were initially white with usually dark red edges and colorful reliefs, no more…

They were very well decorated, so the craftsmen were using the patterns from their decors in their carved panels, A very good place to try to sell them. I say to try – for except for me, I didn’t see anyone buying them. Lets hope I don’t notice everything that is going on. So this structure on top is a pedestal for funerals.

This very elaborate one – for dead bodies, too. But whether they were sacrificed or enemies or just community members, I forgot. Too much about death in those sites. Only the god decorating the walls in the Rain God Chaak. To us the air seemed humid there. But still water is a problem for it rains only at certain seasons and then in winter there may be no rain for a very long stretch of time. At least they had the special God to pray for it.

This structure above was their Observatory.  But, as all the other structures – is forbidden to enter, is fenced. So only from far away…

Those inviting stairs…But no way, fenced.

An old Maya path made of limestone, as all paths, almost white, and no sellers – the only path without them.

Holes opening to one of the two cenotes of the site – this one was fro throwing dead bodies…

And this cenote was Sagrada – sacred.  Meaning they were throwing only some little statues and trinkets into it, no bodies, and drinking its water. Those trinkets are exposed in Merida Museum of Antropology.

This is a typical Mayan arch – instead of making roofs they made such arches, peculiar.

The city’s market place, a surprise to see columns.

Reliefs at the Ball Court where they played some game that later developed into real football that Americans are calling Socker.

An altar for sacrifices…a very sad place for I saw in some paintings and read that they were sacrificing virgins and live people in very cruel manners i don’t even want to mention. But now Maya people seem so soft…and are so tiny:

 That I couldn’t stop buying from them all those crafts and ended up with 3 big carved boards and 4 masks and a drum…As I said to my parents on Skype – brought a lot of wood from there:

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Mexico – Chichen-Itza