March 14th, 2009
Veracruz Street Style, Or: Jasmine Hasn’t Blogged For Two Damn Weeks
So we are currently in Veracruz.
It isn’t my favorite city I’ve been to so far, but it’s not like I’m really complaining here. We did run into these gorgeous ladies yesterday. They were out doing impromptu photoshoots and were so cute and friendly.
I have, over the last week, fallen in love with a Canadian, a small town called Catemaco, and a lagoon front hammock. I have also celebrated my birthday, been to a witch festival, and been deathly ill. This has all been rather time consuming.
Let’s start with the hammock thing. Although if we do, there is a really good chance we won’t get any further than that. People, I HAD NO IDEA. If I had a hammock at home, I would simply never go anywhere or do anything. Pair a hammock with the faint sound of the ocean, and you have a really effective way to limit a person’s movement. So suffice it to say, I REALLY LOVE HAMMOCKS. And when we finally get a home, we may not have any other type of furniture.
On to Catemaco. I have no words or pictures that I feel could convey the extreme awesomeness of this place, but I will refer you to my hammock partner’s photos here and hope that you can see them. She did a much better job documenting. I’ll post some of them on Flickr if she gives me permission so I can try to show just how lush and chill this place was. I stole this hammock one for you to lust after:
The witch festival was a bit of a letdown, just because we thought we were going to see all sorts of shamans and feather headdresss and smell a lot of cedar. It was really just a big party, with dancing and music and public drunkeness, but with only local people present. Oh, and the Mexican hippies rolled into town and competed with the local ladies in selling their wares. But we had a grand time camping with our new friends, bringing a much needed levity to the crowd of sober people (we got our drink on pretty early).
There was construction of bottle towers:
And blowing bubbles for the amusement of the niños:
And I haven’t even mentioned the monarch butterflies in Morelia or the photoshoot on the sacrificial alter in Puebla. We are now the paranoid owners of a netbook (complete with Spanish keyboard, yo), so I will yak about those things shortly.
