I’m having a great time going through my photos and looking back at my time here in Mexico since I arrived almost exactly four years ago. So I’m going to continue this stroll down memory lane, but with more of a concentration on one place today.
About three years ago, I moved to the south shore of Lake Chapala to the little pueblo of San Cristobal Zapotitlan. When I rented that place, I knew that I needed to be looking around for another place to rent because my landlord wouild want his house back. So I checked out a place to rent right on the plaza in Concepcion de Buenos Aires, Jalisco.
The north shore of Lake Chapala is at an altitude of about 5,500 feet [1676 meters]. Concepcion de Buenos Aires is located almost due south of Ajijic, but at an altitude of about 8,000 feet [2438 meters]. So it’s significantly cooler during the dry season and in the winter.
The town is small. Perhaps 3,000 people, most of whom seem to be involved in farming and/or dairies. You see lots of guys on horses or burros with big metal milk cans headed into town with the jugs full and out of town with them empty. Like these two with full cans pulling up in front of a “processing plant”:
But I wasn’t there just to admire burros or horses, I was doing some rental hunting. So I set off for the plaza, the heart of any Mexican village, and started asking about places for rent in my horrible Spanish. But because so many men in CdBA go north to work…or at least they did at that time…I found several people whose English was much better than my Spanish.
These kind folks directed me to the butcher shop [carniceria] and said that the owner knew about a place for rent. So there I went.
And indeed he did. A place right on the plaza. Not what everyone is looking for. Plazas in Mexico can be very loud at times. The church is usually on or next to the plaza and all the celebrations of saints’ days and holidays and funerals take place there. In addition, that’s where the kioskos [bandstands] are so if there’s anything going on in the plaza, there’s loud music. But I’m an old hippie and spent many of my younger years next to huge amps at the Avalon, the Fillmore, or the Family Dog venues in San Francisco, so I still wanted to see it this place.
Here’s the place I would see. It’s through the double doors just to the left of the fountain.
As you walk through the front door, here’s what you see:
From there, we moved on into the living room.
To the left of the living room as you entered was the kitchen. Probably not what you are used to in the US or Canada, but a lovely space down here. There are some cabinets and a built-in eating and/or preparation space:
Across the interior courtyard from the living room is the master bedroom and attached bathroom:
As it turned out, I didn’t have to leave my lovely little house in San Cristobal for 18 months and then I lucked into a fabulous house in Jocotepec. But I still think fondly of that house on the plaza in Concepcion de Buenos Aires.