We were originally on our way to something called “Wixarika”, an area of traditional, indigenous towns. But as you may or may not know, being spontaneous is the key to living in Mexico. Because trust me, plans normally don’t work out. Plans are, in fact, quite useless!
We were looking for some sort of sign. We asked people at gas stations and little stores, but nobody had any idea where this “Wixarika” was. Before long, we were in another state and 3 hours away from Guadalajara. “Well”, said Manuel. “We’re already well on our way to Zacatecas. Let’s find out how far it actually is!”
So, 3 hours and some wrong turns later, at about 6:30 pm, we found ourselves in the old mining town of Zacatecas. It is spectacularly situated in the middle of the desert, surrounded by mountains. It boasts a beautiful, old cathedral, cobble stone streets, quaint alleys and gorgeous buildings and museums. In this town of 300,000 there are numerous hotels catering for tourists, but no malls. I was quite shocked!
After a typical Mexican dinner of enchiladas, beans and tortillas, we headed up to “La Bufa”, a lookout point. Unfortunately, the cable cars had already stopped running, but we got to see a spectacular sunset over the town and desert. The town turned pink and the mountains blue. We sipped the rest of our Starbucks coffees, watching the red sun disappear behind the mountains and wishing we didn’t have to get back to Guadalajara the same night…
When we walked back to our car, a family had gathered around a sound system. As they danced their way into the night, we began the long drive home…
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