Our dear friends who are traveling faster than us mentioned that the city of Morelia is beeeeeautiful! With their advice The Globe Trol hastily heads towards the gorgeous city that fell straight out of the 17th century Europe and place perfectly in the middle of Mexico. This city is as far from home as I have ever been, I love it and it’s only been fifteen minuets. We rushed to find a hotel and park the van-haus so we could get the skooter detached and start exploring ASAP. We drove into a hotel where you park inside their courtyard and pull up next to your hotel room door. We backed the kitchen right up to our room, how cool is that?! A hop onto the skoot and we were off, off to tour this historic and enchanting place. Morelia has the facade of a city and the heart and pace of a small town. I was prepared with my guidebook covered in highlighted notes of every place on a long to do list. “Ok, Christian get your game face on, we have a lot of skooting to do!”
First the Chocolate Museum for tons of treats, down the road a walk hand-in-hand along Lover’s Alley, and a stroll through the Garden of Roses where local artists were displaying their work. All of the buildings were well preserved and some with new purposes. The Cultural House used to be a former monastery established in 1593 and now houses multimedia artwork. We found churches on every single block and corner and on Sunday at 5 o’clock we found ourselves at The Cathedral that was built in 1577 at the start of mass. The Cathedral has a working organ of 4,600 pipes, however we weren’t’ fortunate enough to catch a song. We drove the skooter the length of The Aqueducts while waiting for the sun to set and light up it’s 253 arches. Christian spent hours trying to capture its beauty in a photo that we were blessed to witness.
After an awesome weekend we headed north to meet up with some fellow overlanders in Guanajuato. We were told it’s a “must-visit” type of town like no other. We navigated ourselves through the hills and tunnels of Guanajuato to find our new home for a week. The Globe Trol forges up the narrow, steep and winding road before arriving to Morril RV Park. We exercised the skooter daily here like it was training for a marathon along a road called The Panaramica. Our fifteen minute ride on the skoot to spanish school started the very next day. That night Christian was concerned, “I can’t believe we are setting an alarm for school!” “C’mon, our classes down start until 10am. I think we can make it” I said. He lasted ONE day, I may have finished an entire week. At school we learned that we arrived on a fantastic week in a few days begins Dia de la Flores (Festival of Flowers). This festival is significant solely to Guanajuato and is also the kick-start celebration for Palm Sunday and Semana Santa (Saint’s week/Easter). A group of us head to the center of town to observe mesmeric chaos that unfolds the night before. On the hunt for Mezcaleria’s we find the streets to be packed with baskets of painted eggs in every color filled with confetti. Children were running around smashing them onto each other’s for colorful explosions. Hundreds of vendors lined the streets and flowers real and fake filled in the gaps.
I dragged Christian to visit a gory mummy museum, which was a mistake. I pictured a place out of classy museum like ones I have been to before where you visit ancient Egyptian mummies. Instead it was a dark place where the towns people dug up their late townsmen to make room for more. What they dug up were mummified people and babies and they placed them in a building for people to pay money to see. The Mercado (market) was located in a train station that was never used for trains and instead housed a place where you could get a tasty cuban sandwich, buy a chicken, t-shirts, crickets, fruit and veggies and hear the locals giving speeches who were I assume running for office. The day before the festival of flowers the locals arrived early in the morning to the Mercado buying as many flowers as one could hold to decorate their home with. Pick up trucks would deliver flowers stacked ten feet high and drop them off to vendors and return with another load thirty minuets later, an incredible site. To say the very least Christian and I felt after spending a week here that we got a sampling of rich community that was tough to leave.