Days 68-70: San Christobal de las Casas, Mexico
After some long driving days we maneuvered the truck down the tiny streets of San Christobal, in the Mexican state of Chiapas. I was sourly muttering about the fact that we’d had to skip Oaxaca City due to time constraints but San Christobal charmed us with her beautiful buildings, pedestrian-only streets, and delicious food. Oaxaca will have to remain the city that got away. I suppose we always need an excuse to come back, right?
Plus, the town is located in the mountains and for the first time in a while, the air was cool and calm, a nice departure from the heavy, humid temps on the coast. I practically cried tears of joy when I had to break out my rain jacket for a massive downpour.
Ben has discovered that he loves cathedrals. Heaven help me, but I’m not sure if it’s because he thinks they’re beautiful or because he’s secretly assessing the amount of gold (leaf) contained within. I can’t bring myself to ask but he gets points for liking math so much, I suppose.
Remember how we talked about the ups and downs of traveling on the road? This is poor Emma having a rough moment. It’s hard being three.
I love any town that is willing to paint their main building in-your-face sunflower yellow.
To date, this guy made the best orange juice I’ve ever experienced. Here he is peeling his oranges. Why? I don’t know, but it was culinary magic.
Do your kids now pose for pictures? Somewhere along the way Ben decided that he couldn’t take a single photo without doing two thumbs up, hang loose, or some funky dub thing that he does with his arms. I’m pretty sure he’s practicing here since the poor kid doesn’t have mirrors in the camper. That kid totally cracks me up.
Thanks San Christobal, you were lovely.
Current route here.