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Winnie the Winnebago Goes To Mexico

Part ll

by Paige & Rich Demuth

published January 2001:
We drove to Alamos that first day and stayed two nights at a trailer park right in town. I had never even heard of Alamos before and we were pleasantly surprised. It was a very quaint town, very Mexican, with all the men wearing cowboy boots and hats. It was the perfect place to drop in and to get back into the spirit of Mexico again.

From Alamos we drove to Mazatlan; we spent two nights at the Maravillas Trailer Park to the north of the town, a very laid-back spot with lots of neat plants and trees.

We are palm collectors and we talked to the owner, Alfredo. He collects palms and cycads, too, and had a few excellent specimens. It was our first time in Mazatlan. Most of our travels have been south of there or in the Yucatan, and I did not really like Mazatlan that much.

"Winnie" and Rich at the Maravillas Trailer Park in Mazatlan

After living in Hawaii for 12 years, with its excellent and pristine beaches, I decided many years ago that I was not going to Mexico for the beaches, but more for the inland colonial cities and towns. But I do really love the coastline in Michoacan and Oaxaca, and the Yucatan is a gem. (We lived in Merida in 1993, after hurricane Iniki struck Kauai. I taught English in a private school there and it was one of my most favorite times of my life.)

Anyway, from there we went south of San Blas to Santa Cruz. We found an excellent trailer park there, right on the water with a gigantic banyan tree. Then we went on to Punta Sayulita for 3 nights at a trailer park on the beach owned bya German guy, Thiese, and his Mexican wife.

We are also surfers and had our boards with us. We awoke one morning to a hurricane swell that was a little too big for me but my husband thoroughly enjoyed. We bought oysters from the divers before the swell hit. They were shucking the oysters under a coco palm and putting them in sea water. We got a dozen and sauteed them in butter with garlic and onion and lime. “Que sabroso!” Also bought huschinango from some fisherman and grilled them up at camp. We made three kinds of salsa and had excellent fish tacos.

We were just ahead of the high season, so we had all these trailer parks to ourselves and it was great. I cannot even imagine being there when they are jam packed with Norteamericanos with their satellite dishes and big rigs! We continued south through Puerto Vallarta, amazed at the changes there. PV now pretty much extends from Bucerias all the way to downtown.

Drove through PV and then inland from Mismaloya; you know the road, how pretty it is. We ended up at Boca de Iguanas that night, on Tenacatita Bay. The swell from the day before had really done some damage and the coast was in a shambles. The no-see-ums were unbearable there and we took off first thing in the morning to Melaque to do some e-mailing. This was the weirdest internet cafe I have encountered, in the middle of the market, right next to a ‘carniceria’! (meat market). (Lorena's Note: See Protection from No-see-ums? and Bounce Away the Bugs

Continuing along the coast past Manzanillo, we made a stop in Cuyutlan to check it out. We had not been there since 1986, and the place had barely changed.  Then inland through Colima, (not without stopping to buy some delicious cocada), and on up to Ciudad Guzman to visit relatives of a friend and drop off some Hawaii goodies for them. From there we went on to Guadalajara.

That night we broke the cardinal rule and drove on after dark. It was not too bad, however, as we were headed into Guadalajara and there was lots of traffic. Somehow, in the dark and with the use of three maps and one set of directions, we actually found the Hacienda Trailer Park on the northwest end of town. This is a 5 star trailer park with pool and great bathrooms, clubhouse and lavanderia.

At this point we got down to the real reason for our trip, the buying portion. We stayed 6 days and took day trips to Tlaquepaque, Tonala and and the fabulous market in downtown Guadalajara. We also lucked out and were there for 16 de Septiembre celebrations. It was very fun and festive.

Mina de Cata Trailer Park in Guanajuato

After Guadalajara we drove to Guanajuato, to a tiny trailer park up by the Mina de Cata. It has spectacular views of the city and is just a short walk in -- an ideal location. One day we bought fresh huitlacoche (corn fungus) from an Indian woman and made the most delicious, tasty tacos. We just sat there and ate, not speaking, just making grunting sounds! The next night I made corn masa crepes filled with huitlacoche and bathed in a poblano cream sauce. (Are you drooling yet!?)

After three days, we drove to San Miguel de Allende. We stayed in the trailer park just on the outskirts of town that is also a hotel. We used that as a base for 3 day trips to Dolores Hidalgo to buy ceramics and decorative tiles. We scored so much stuff, it was amazing, and about 1/10th the price of what it costs in San Diego. We met a lady who has a ceramics factory. She just loved us and helped us out so much. It was a great experience.

We hit San Miguel during the Pamploneada (running of the bulls) and opted not to go to the event itself. Instead, we went downtown the night before to see the town overrun with chilangos (Mexico City folk). They stood out like sore thumbs and completely took over the town, a real trip! We got some beautiful light fixtures there, one-of-a-kinds.

Continue with Part lll: Winnie the Winnebago Goes To Mexico

Then we drove through Morelia and on to Patzcuaro. This was our first time there and we were instantly charmed. We stayed at a beautiful trailer park and went into town for the first time on a Saturday night. The Zocalo was all lit up and so clean and tidy. The corridors were lined with artisans and ladies selling uchepos and tamales. It was the first place on our trip where we really were around a lot of indigenous people, something I had missed on the first part of our journey.... (more)

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