1st visit to El Quelite, MX
Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 5:17 pmWent up to visit this little delightful town a couple of days ago. Fell in love with it - hope you will too.Thirty miles northeast of Mazatlan sits the beautiful little pueblito (village) of El Quelite, population 2,000.
So far this is my favorite town and that is saying something. Even the drive there was nice. We took the free road to the town turn off, then into the mountains. Wild bougainvillea grew along the road, cows wandered on the highway and occasionally we passed a cowboy on his horse. As we neared the town we saw the big yellow arch proclaiming “El Quelite.” Around the bottom of the arch were pots of flowers. We drove down the main street, dodging the chickens, teenagers on ATVs and little kids on their burros and parked in front of the plaza and Church.
The first thing we noticed as we drove under the arch into town was the color. Color everywhere! Of course the buildings – homes and businesses – vivid colors. Watermelon pink trimmed with lime. Yellow, orange, eye hurting green, purple, red – every color of a crayon box. Then the plants. Bougainvilleas from white to deep purple and every shade in-between. Sub-tropical plants growing along the streets, in pots on porches, even some cactus growing on a few roofs. The cobble stone streets are very clean, not a single stray piece of paper or trash any where. It is like walking into a fairy tale and being able to stroll around.
Some of the sights and sounds while there. Roosters crowing. A pickup truck with speaker driving around announcing very fresh fish for sale. Eventually he pulled up behind us and a couple of women came out to buy the fish. He took it out of his cooler and cut and weighed it then bagged it all in the bed of the pickup. Of course the vegetable truck and bottled water truck. Both were doing a brisk business as they drove around town. Then the pick up truck loaded with school kids, stopping now and then for one to get off.
As we were walking towards the restaurant a boy on a burro came riding up the street going who knows where. Mothers with strollers and older women with their umbrellas to keep the sun off. Roosters crowing.
We met lots of interesting people. The young man in his calf high white rubber boots who told us he worked in the little cheese factory in town. He had lived in the US and spoke excellent English. Said he preferred the town to the big cities.
Then the five women sitting around an old wooden table in the granary picking the stones out of the cow feed. Stopped and talked to them for a while. They would dump a bunch of grain in the middle of the table then pull a couple of handfuls towards them. Take out the stones and put the clean grain back into another bag. They had me take a picture of them. Bill had them all laughing by the time we left.
As I looked at the old buildings and homes it kind of jogs the mind to see the really old weathered tile roofs with laundry on the line and water tanks then right next to the tank is a big satellite TV antenna.
Saw some wonderful cactus, can’t describe them you’ll have to look at the pictures. And crowing roosters. As for the roosters - right across the street from where I was taking pictures of the weird cactus were several cages with loudly crowing roosters in them. We walked over to check them out. They are beautiful to see. Such colorful feathers. Orange chests, black bodies and iridescent green tails. Weren’t there long when the middle aged man who owns them came out to see what we were doing. Talked to him for awhile. He reached into the cage and took one out for us to look at. Then explained they were fighting cocks. I think he expected us to make typically American comments about “How terrible.” When we didn’t he kind of relaxed and told us there is a cockfighting training ranch in town. All the roosters are fighters. Kind of an “Oh,Boy” moment for us. But it is legal in Mexico and people take it really serious. After explaining this he walked over to talk to one of his friends – all the while petting his rooster.
We stopped at a big restaurant for brunch. The food was excellent, the service great and the ambiance marvelous. It was like being in a Disney Jungle World in Beverly Hills. All kinds of plants, even a live parrot – who took off out the door with the manager in hot pursuit. She got him back. The tables were set with the finest feeling cloth made in the village, a brilliant plaid material. The dinner wear was pottery made in the town. All the food was grown and or processed there. Fresh fruit, fresh cheese, eggs and ham. A hugh bougainvillea formed the roof overhead. And the bathrooms – never have I seen anything like them. Took a picture of the ladies room.
This is just part 1 of El Quelite – we returned on Valentines Day.
Pictures at http://www.movingon1.com/ElQueliteMexico
So far this is my favorite town and that is saying something. Even the drive there was nice. We took the free road to the town turn off, then into the mountains. Wild bougainvillea grew along the road, cows wandered on the highway and occasionally we passed a cowboy on his horse. As we neared the town we saw the big yellow arch proclaiming “El Quelite.” Around the bottom of the arch were pots of flowers. We drove down the main street, dodging the chickens, teenagers on ATVs and little kids on their burros and parked in front of the plaza and Church.
The first thing we noticed as we drove under the arch into town was the color. Color everywhere! Of course the buildings – homes and businesses – vivid colors. Watermelon pink trimmed with lime. Yellow, orange, eye hurting green, purple, red – every color of a crayon box. Then the plants. Bougainvilleas from white to deep purple and every shade in-between. Sub-tropical plants growing along the streets, in pots on porches, even some cactus growing on a few roofs. The cobble stone streets are very clean, not a single stray piece of paper or trash any where. It is like walking into a fairy tale and being able to stroll around.
Some of the sights and sounds while there. Roosters crowing. A pickup truck with speaker driving around announcing very fresh fish for sale. Eventually he pulled up behind us and a couple of women came out to buy the fish. He took it out of his cooler and cut and weighed it then bagged it all in the bed of the pickup. Of course the vegetable truck and bottled water truck. Both were doing a brisk business as they drove around town. Then the pick up truck loaded with school kids, stopping now and then for one to get off.
As we were walking towards the restaurant a boy on a burro came riding up the street going who knows where. Mothers with strollers and older women with their umbrellas to keep the sun off. Roosters crowing.
We met lots of interesting people. The young man in his calf high white rubber boots who told us he worked in the little cheese factory in town. He had lived in the US and spoke excellent English. Said he preferred the town to the big cities.
Then the five women sitting around an old wooden table in the granary picking the stones out of the cow feed. Stopped and talked to them for a while. They would dump a bunch of grain in the middle of the table then pull a couple of handfuls towards them. Take out the stones and put the clean grain back into another bag. They had me take a picture of them. Bill had them all laughing by the time we left.
As I looked at the old buildings and homes it kind of jogs the mind to see the really old weathered tile roofs with laundry on the line and water tanks then right next to the tank is a big satellite TV antenna.
Saw some wonderful cactus, can’t describe them you’ll have to look at the pictures. And crowing roosters. As for the roosters - right across the street from where I was taking pictures of the weird cactus were several cages with loudly crowing roosters in them. We walked over to check them out. They are beautiful to see. Such colorful feathers. Orange chests, black bodies and iridescent green tails. Weren’t there long when the middle aged man who owns them came out to see what we were doing. Talked to him for awhile. He reached into the cage and took one out for us to look at. Then explained they were fighting cocks. I think he expected us to make typically American comments about “How terrible.” When we didn’t he kind of relaxed and told us there is a cockfighting training ranch in town. All the roosters are fighters. Kind of an “Oh,Boy” moment for us. But it is legal in Mexico and people take it really serious. After explaining this he walked over to talk to one of his friends – all the while petting his rooster.
We stopped at a big restaurant for brunch. The food was excellent, the service great and the ambiance marvelous. It was like being in a Disney Jungle World in Beverly Hills. All kinds of plants, even a live parrot – who took off out the door with the manager in hot pursuit. She got him back. The tables were set with the finest feeling cloth made in the village, a brilliant plaid material. The dinner wear was pottery made in the town. All the food was grown and or processed there. Fresh fruit, fresh cheese, eggs and ham. A hugh bougainvillea formed the roof overhead. And the bathrooms – never have I seen anything like them. Took a picture of the ladies room.
This is just part 1 of El Quelite – we returned on Valentines Day.
Pictures at http://www.movingon1.com/ElQueliteMexico
