This was my fifth time to the beloved Mexico. Why do I love it there? The people, the energy (median age is 26), the beauty, the language and the economics. Haruna is there for a year learning Spanish. This is my visit to see her:
Grocery stores are excellent samples of cultures. Fun to see familiar products in their foreign language counterparts. Some groceries have interesting sections or focus on a certain product, such as soap. For some reason, I've noticed many Spanish speaking countries have a lot of soap--a lot in stock in a variety of brands.
Here is the bakery section of Soriana. There were six large shelves, all open, no covers of baked goods:
I don't know how she did it but she managed to slip into a mini car ride for kids. I could barely stop laughing to take the picture:
At night, food stands crop up on the streets. The following taco stand is around the corner from Haruna's. I ordered chorizo and beef tacos and I'm salivating just recalling their deliciousness:
Following are some Guadalajara sites. Some observations: no one wears shorts. It can be 90 but men, women, kids...all wearing pants. Sunglasses are not the norm. People STARE.
We took a trip to Tlaquepaque. This town is artsy with many art galleries, art workshops and craft stores. Fun to look, big to pay. Please look:
We took a bus trip to the beach town of Manzanillo (4.5 hrs Southwest of Guad). It was HOT, HUMID and SUNNY. I'm recharged again...at least through October.
We returned to Guad and I had to go home. Last day was spent scurrying through the chaotic streets of Guad, a bit infected with speed ourselves. The market was an incredible maze across 4-5 floors of shoes, electronics, purses and bags, counterfeit DVDs, food (and all its good and bad smells), mugs, shotglasses, instruments, clothes and their good and bad smells. Everything is a deal to be made. Fun to watch, exhausting to partake. Noticed a lot of spitting in the market.
There're sculptures and fountains all over:
Back in the day of my family travels, I remember the days of loading passengers from the tarmac. So, it always feels like a throw-back treat when you have to walk the hot pavement to climb the stairs: