Cuernavaca

Now that we have the Honda back we are no longer stuck in the park. We are both feeling the aftereffects of our colds but yesterday we bit the bullet and headed up the highway to Cuernavaca.

We followed the sign to the Centro Historico and looked for parking. We found a small parking garage and pulled in. It was very crowded with cars parked three deep. There was one young woman frantically juggling cars, handing out tickets and collecting money. She motioned us where to park, we gave her the keys and trusted her to keep the car.

The Centro was very busy with a stage being set up for some celebration and traffic was very heavy. Cuernavaca has not yet banned vehicles from it’s Centro so it is a bit of a madhouse. We stopped for coffee and Norma had an order of crepas (crepes) with walnuts and Carmel syrup. We sat in the street side restaurant and people watched for a half hour or so and then walked to the market. Most of the stalls were selling silver jewelry, probably from the nearby town of Taxco.

By the time we got back to the parking lot two hours had passed and we owed 20 pesos (10 pesos per hour). The Honda was in a different spot but was easy to get out. We drove up the impossibly steep ramp to the street, found our way to the highway and headed home. We may go back today for a few groceries and an early dinner. I am out of peanut butter!

It is interesting to note that Costco has been banned from the city after they destroyed the historic Hotel de la Sevla to build a distribution warehouse!

Meanwhile, here are a few shots from town, showing street scenes and the Palacio de Cortez, the residence built by Hernan Cortez in 1535. In typical Spanish fashion it was built on top of an existing pyramid, destroying the previous structure in the process. it is now a museum, displaying many murals by Diego Rivera as well as many of the items rescued by excavating the old structure underneath it:

The Honda Is Back!

10:00 AM: I talked to Humberto this morning, telling him I was going to take a cab to the painters to find out what was going on. He told me this was not necessary as the painter had been in contact with him and told him he would deliver the car at noon today! The paint job is finished! I am on the edge of my seat!

1:30 PM: The Honda rolled through the gate! It is a very good job! He has repaired all the rust spots and the damage to the plastic bumper. The hubcaps are painted and the drivers side power window works better. He opened it up and cleaned it but I suspect it might need a new motor. I am very happy! The total price he asked was 4,500 pesos. I added 400 pesos for working on the power window and for just doing such a nice job for such a reasonable amount. Total, 4,900 pesos or $390. Remember, this is the same job the painter in Mazatlan wanted 12,000 pesos to do (and one of my esteemed commenters told me I was silly to turn down as it was a good price).

He said to keep it clean with water only and to wax it in one month. Now I can start to dread the first parking lot ding again!

Humberto now knows this guy so if anyone wants a paint job done in Mexico for 1/3 the cost in Mazatlan, come and see mi amigo Humberto!

Servicio Hermanos Castaneda, Morelia no. 32 Centro de Attacholoaya Xochitepec. Morelos. Mexico

Phone 777 371 4651

Paint Job - Day Ten

It is ten days since the painter drove the car away. He told me it would take ten days so I am a little anxious. I mentioned this to our host, Humberto and he told me to be patient, the man is an artist and cannot be rushed. That is fine but I have visions of the car still sitting untouched in the shop. I know this is not reasonable because I am sure he wants the 2500 pesos I still owe him and the car must be delivered finished before he gets this.

I think I will ask Humberto's worker to stop by the paint shop on his way home and check on things. We have three more days paid in the RV park and I want to go sightseeing.

UPDATE!

Umberto informs me the car is done and will be delivered today (Jan 24). Stay tuned!

High Five!

Inauguration and MLK Day

A mixed emotion day! I am sure most of you will remember most if not all of these photos. It is important to remember our past. It is a long but fulfilling journey we are on and we are nowhere near finished.

From where we came:

To where we are:

Campfire Night

Humberto lit his fire last night! His worker stacks all the tree trimmings and fallen branches in a big pile and every once in a while when there are a few people in the park, it gets lit.

Last night after dark, Humberto invited everyone to the fire area and lit the five foot high pile of very dry wood. Here are the people present, sorry, no photos.

Old Friends:

A Jewish couple who have lived in Mexico City for many years. Solomon and Humberto have been friends for decades and he and his wife have a small trailer here in the park year around. They visit when they can. Solomon and his wife were Humberto's first customers when he opened the park. Their son teaches at the University of Victoria, BC.

Rosella, a woman from Italy who lives and works in Mexico City. Her and her daughter leave their motorhome parked here. These people were all here when we spent Christmas here four years ago.

New Friends:

A young family from Argentina who live in Mexico City. He is a computer programmer and systems guy who, after completing his education in Argentina had three job offers to choose from, one each in Chile, Holland and Mexico. They chose Mexico and have been here for many years, Their three children were born in Mexico and have dual citizenship. They have a permanent trailer here and come for three weekends every month.

A Mexican family from Toluca with two teenage boys. She is a dentist and he works in an office. Their 16 year old son, David is a very intelligent young man who speaks perfect English which he learned from watching TV. He is going to be a doctor. His older brother did not come to the fire so we did not meet him. They are camping in a tent. David promises to comment on my Blog.

Humberto told us the story of how he came to buy the RV park many years ago and some history of the land which was an onion field when he bought it for 6 (old) pesos a square meter back in the seventies. He says this was "a fortune" back then.

We all talked for hours in a variety of languages! It is like the United Nations here. Come and visit Humberto, you will love it here!

Whites Only?

This sign was posted on a playground in Milford, Delaware. The English version is quite clear, children need parental or guardian supervision to play. The Spanish version is also quite clear but carries a totally different message. It says, "You must have a permit to play here or you will be subject to police action".

The bottom sign indicates there is video surveillance just in case any brown kids think they can dare to play on the playground without the proper "papers". I wonder what the signs on their water fountains say?

And then they ask, "Why does everyone dislike us?"

Scratch the surface and you just might find:

Atlacholoaya

Atlacholoaya is the little village near the RV park where Humberto's worker lives and where the car is being painted. Today we caught a motorcycle taxi and went to see how the job was progressing. It was a very fun ten peso (eighty cent) ride to the village. We went to the paint shop where the car is "maybe" half finished. He has cut out the rust and welded in new metal and started hand sanding the other side. He proudly showed us a stack of photos showing some of his work and I must admit, it looks like he does a good job. There were some nice looking paint jobs in the photos. I asked him (or tried to) if it would be ready when promised and he assured me (I think) that it would be.

We had our cab take us back to the centro of the little village where we walked around for a while and bought a glass of orange juice and a container of cut up fruit to nibble on. People were very friendly and the village was very clean.
The Taxi Ride

The Village

The Paint Shop: