Friday, August 31, 2018

Thalia's first post

Hello everyone! Today Thalia (me) will be writing about my first 2 weeks of school! (and other things that are exciting)

this is my friend, Elisa
On the first day of school it was a little tough, but I made 3 friends; Regina, Elisa, and Antonella. Then on the second day of school I met Danna and Isabella. The first class of the day is English, and it is stuff that I learned in, like, kindergarten ha ha. And in the school, there is a ballet class that I am taking. It is really, really easy and kind of boring, mainly because I

have been training in ballet for almost 5 years, so to give a bit of a challenge, in addition to doing the class in school, I am doing a more professional dance school. It is 3 classes a week. 2 of the classes each week are ballet, and the one on the weekend is jazz and gymnastics!

My class - Grupo 4A de Primaria at Instituto San Felipe - at Jafet's party
But, back to school...Today, we had the first birthday party of the year! It was super fun, and Mami insisted that I be a spy and report back on everything that happened because my birthday is the next birthday so we need to now what to do, what the food is like, etc. One really fun Mexican tradition is the mordida tradition! How it goes is everybody chants mordida! mordida! mordida! then the birthday girl/boy goes to morder the cake, and the mom/dad/whoever pushes the birthday kid's face into the cake!! By the way, if you were wondering, mordida means bite! so anyway, after the face gets pushed into the cake, their face is covered in frosting!!! And most kids even bring presents to school! But what seems like a mexican thing is that it is very rude to open presents at the birthday party.

My favorite subjects in school are math, Spanish, and history!

I'm going to sign out now because I'm getting tired of writing.
Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thalia

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Eye Candy

 All my life I've identified more closely with the Mexican use of color in daily life. Many colors. Bright colors. Deep colors. Fuerte (strong) colors. Contrasting colors. Even subtle colors that make you weep. Colors that some might consider to be clashing. None of this is off the table in Mexico. There's exuberance and joy in the colors of Mexico.

In many Mexican cities, this approach to color is most obvious in the color of houses/walls (because sometimes what you see from the street is a wall that surrounds a courtyard and then the house is beyond, which you might not see depending on the number of stories the house is). So this is a post about that- in Oaxaca de Juárez. It's mostly sheer eye candy.

I liked how the blue house echoes the sky in this foto.

Planned light colors? Faded aging? Planned obselescence?



that's our tortilleria there (in light biege-y pink with green trim and blue awning)

I really was talking a picture of the sky here but you can see the color of the tops of these two properties

not messing around!


change can happen fast! such that some of the houses in this post may no longer be this color
open door! I get to see the inside house!!! 

Orange is a very popular color. The houses in the foreground actually have two colors each of orange but this is a rather subtle difference

I took this foto at night so had to use flash so it's not the best. But I could not pass up this beautiful citrus/fruit combination (although here we do not have lemons, just límon which is lime; and actually that orange is more papaya than orange...)

Monday, August 27, 2018

bricks and stones and more stones


the stones and bricks used to build the aqueduct built by the Spanish in the mid-1700s to bring water from a spring in San Felipe (del Agua; now a suburb of the city) through Xochimilco and into the center of the city. The acqueduct replaced a ditch that was dug in the 1500s  The stone aqueduct was in operation until 1941.

Photos and ramblings of architecture/architectural details post 1 of whothehellknowsbutMANY.

The historical centro of Oaxaca de Juárez is colonial -- that is, the Spanish built it post-conquest. There wasn't really a city here, but there were Zapotec and Mixtec settlements nearby (including Jalatlaco and Xochimilco which are both now barrios immediately adjacent to the centro historico but certainly well within the city) and a fort built by the previous conquerors (the Mexica empire) at the base of the hill known as the Cerro del Fortín. The first Spaniards arrived to create a village in 1521. The subsequent history of the city (just a village at that point) is quite complicated with the Spanish founders of the city wanting autonomy/relative independence and Hernán Cortés not being happy with that, multiple appeals to the Spanish Crown and the Crown siding with the founders and Cortés ignoring that (big surprise, no?), forcibly expelling people and/or taxing them heavily because he managed to get himself appointed Marquis of the Valley of Oaxaca. The the people petitioned the Crown again and the Crown elevated the village to a "city" which gave it rights, etc. etc. That was in 1532. Suffice it to say, many of the buildings hail from the colonial history- although many of the original buildings, especially the churches, were destroyed by the earthquakes that are endemic here. They figured out how to build eventually though!

Many of the buildings- especially the more formal ones and certainly the churches-- use the native greenish stone. In fact, Oaxaca's nickname is la Verde Antequera (a tribute to the original name: Nueva Antequera and to the green stone). Here is a quite fancy casa that shows off the greenish stone:
 
Quite baroque-ish building with the green stone bricks (the stone is "cantera" - a volcanic ash and dust-formed stone that picks up color from mineral impurities of the region)

 Here you can see how thick some of these green cantera stone walls are-- this is from an ex-convento (now a hotel):

Window & window well in an exterior wall of the ex-convento Santa Catalina de Siena, now the Hotel Quinta Real (built between the end of the 16th century and the 18th century)

Green cantera stone is also used in construction for other than houses-- streets, plazas, sidewalks, wherever and anywhere. Here's some blocks that form a kind of bench at the edge of an accessible ramp in a plaza in the centro. I love all the variation in color and texture- so subtle and beautiful, the more you look at it, the more you see,


Often thin red bricks are interspersed with the green cantera stone blocks, as you can see here part of an archway in brick or as above with the bricks in between the stones,

 Here's more of that sort of thing with a fuller view of the old aqueduct:

In that nicho at the far right of this foto, in case you are curious? An altar. Por supuesto!


Speaking of bricks, sometimes brick is indeed used to build houses. This is very odd to me in a place that has lots of earthquakes. In California we never had brick buildings because they would fall down in an earthquake. Well here, wood is at too high a premium for building (and this is also why if there is an earthquake siren or an earthquake you run out of your house or building).  In the following fotos, you can see bricks, and various other materials as well. The first foto also features one of the ways of building a roof- overlapping clay tiles. The second foto features cantera stone blocks and bricks.




I'm always interested to see the way the really thin bricks are used to form arches in decorative aspects of a roofline, as in following two fotos, each showing a slightly different design:


 Notice that above the brick arches in the second foto are what the actual roof is made of: corrugated iron sheets (called "lamina"). This is a very common roof material. At a favorite restaurant of ours (Ancestral Cocina Tradicional)  the roof over the kitchen/comal area is made of corrugated iron lamina that is painted to look like terracotta clay:

(The dining room of the restaurant, by the way, is entirely open-air. Mostly it's a big patio with a lot of trees and plants and landscaping; there is a small part that is under a roof covering but open on three sides with the ancient aqueduct forming the back wall. This is a very Xochimilco-type arrangement for a restaurant.)





For contrast here is an actual terracotta tile roof, with a wonderful amount of patina:

Finally, for this edition of building materials and architectural venacular design we have all the houses that are stucco-ed over, like the houses in the following fotos. The only rule here is that usually they are painted some intense color. Sometimes they are just white (like our house) in which case they are often covered in some vine or other (like our house, jajaja!). But most often they are orange or dark blue or yellow or dark red, or green, or sky blue or dark pink or a lighter pink or magenta or purple ...or any number of colors. Very often the trim will be in a different, contrasting color (I have heard that in the centro historico the government dictates what colors your house can be painted; this does not seem to be stifling creativity though). Sometimes there will be a different color painted on a lower part of the house. Sometimes there is a combination of exposed stone/brick and painted stucco.







Oddly enough, even with these houses, there are sometimes (intentional, I can only imagine) peeks into what lies beneath the stucco and paint. Here's an example with brick exposed in parts of the walls of these fairly formal houses/palacios,


That's it for now! As if that wasn't long enough?!

Friday, August 24, 2018

Waking the centro of Oaxaca de Juárez

Just a little post with some iPhone fotos from when we walked home from breakfast-lunch this morning... 
there were really not very many people around at this time of day, as you can tell from the OAXACA sign in front of Sto Domingo.



Also, the Andador (pedestrian street) Alcalá is practically deserted! Also note that anyone that is there is strictly on the shaded side. After a couple of days of a lot of clouds, the fierce Oaxaca sun was back and we oaxaqueñxs are all back to our walk on the shady side ONLY selves!

Street art on the corner of Ignacio Allende & Tinoco y Palacios (all three were heroes of Independence). We almost never walk down this bit of Allende but we were distracted lol


But it did mean that I got to take a foto of these four houses, on Tinoco y Palacios, that I love. At least one of them is in ruins, which doesn’t mean that it isn’t inhabited. 


That’s it! Feliz fin de semana a todos  

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Bordado con amor



If you know me (and I'm guessing you do because approximately 7 people know about this blog), you know I love embroidered clothing, especially from Mexico. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in this love. You also know I love color. LOVE COLOR. This is not a love shared by everyone and certainly not one I've had my whole life (had to do the wear all black all the time because sophisticated!) or at least not one I've expressed all my life. But certainly for quite some time (have you seen my hair?!). Both these loves are synthesized in Oaxaca, and actually create a love that is more than the sum of its two love parts. Not sure that made any sense. I guess it's that love is not additive but non-linear in some fashion or other.

As we were deciding on where in Mexico to live, we quickly became enamored of Oaxaca, in part because of the rich and incredible diversity of its arts & crafts or artisanal traditions. Relevant for this post are the textile/clothing artesanías (artisanal handicrafts) of Oaxaca. As I learned a little bit more about them, the more I realized that every single embroidered ("bordados" in the vernacular here) piece of clothing I had gotten de una manera or otra (one way or another) was actually from somewhere in Oaxaca even if when I bought it, they just said it was "Mexican." I took this as kind of a sign that Oaxaca was where we were meant to go.

dress from San Antonino
Now, even saying that an embroidered piece of clothing is from Oaxaca is not enough detail. Because the traditions are so varied, and depend on what indigenous group/tradition is doing the embroidery but ALSO-- what pueblo/village/area the artist is from. It's incredibly specific. And I'm only just barely learning all the different traditions and artistry and how to identify them.

There are some traditions that for whatever reason I've been able to zero in on-- like the blusas (blouses) from San Antonino Castillo Velasco which are intricate and often use silver or gold or otherwise shiny thread to do the embroidery (see photo; not mine, I haven't bought one of these yet). These are easy for me to identify, possibly because I grew up wearing dresses with a similar approach (only not nearly so dense and intricate designs). Also the Tehuana shirts and dresses (made most famous by Frida Kahlo and now hopefully by the photographer David Huerta; see also this world exists blog for some outstanding example of Huerta's work in Oaxaca), usually from the area around Juchitan de Zaragoza, embroidered by the Zapotec women there, are easy for me to identify, at least to the Istmo de
dancers wearing traditional hand-bordado Tehuana clothing
Tehuantapec (see foto this one is mine, from the Guelaguetza!).  But little by little I am learning what the various traditions are and at least I am often able to identify which of the indigenous groups a particular style is associated with. Well, 50% of the time, anyway. I have much learning to do! I'm so excited.

One of the benefits of living in Oaxaca de Juárez is that there are frequently ferias or expos in the city of artesanías. We will get out to as many of the pueblos as we can but going to the ferias here in town is a good way to get a sense of what's out there and to get completely overwhelmed by the diversity and the utter beauty of the traditions, ja! And also overwhelmed by a desire to buy one of everything! Fortunately, my natural shyness leads me to be quite restrained-- it's hard for me to go up and start chatting with the artists (who are often working away in their stand) and inquiring about prices and details about whether anything will fit me (their answer is always yes, regardless of the size, lol), giant guerita that I am! This last weekend was the Expo de los Pueblos Indigenas. And I managed to zero in on a few things that I really really loved and couldn't quite live without. Pictured below (and up a the top of the blog post) is a foto of me wearing one of these purchases*. This blusa was made by the Ndixtjo Grupo Cultural "Pequeños que Brotan" from the community of Huautla de Jimenez. This a Mazatec territory and town (and in fact is known as Tejao in the Mazatec language; Huautla is the Nahuatl name and Jimenez is for the first governor of Oaxaca to visit Mazatec land) located in the Cañada region-- northern part of the state. The history of this community reaches back at least as far as the Azteca empire (who they paid tribute to). I fell in love with the pavos (turkeys) done in so many colors! The woman tending the stand and I had a good joke about how much I love all the colors together. Also, turkeys are an often depicted creature in the bordados of Mazatec people (as well as in that of other indigeneous groups in Oaxaca) as it is a central animal in their culture, used for both food and in spiritual/religious/cultural ceremonies (more on this as I learn more! but we did see turkeys included in the dances from the Mazatec communities at the Guelaguetza). I am so deeply in awe and grateful for their artistry and for sharing that with me. I only hope that I can wear this blusa, knowing a little more of their history, their traditions, represent the Mazatec women artists of Tejao/Huautla de Jimenez faithfully and with humility, and without cultural appropriation.

Nina xi tajbechili** (thank you) for reading! Nina xi tajbechili to the artist of Pequeños que Brotan who made my beautifully embroidered shirt.





*A brief aside: I do not haggle or bargain while buying artesanías. Depending on who you talk to, haggling and bargaining is a native and expected custom to Mexico, or a practice that has gotten way out of control when used by extranjeros and is exploitative of the artists/artisans. After a good bit of soul-searching, I've decided that I am not going to bargain or haggle. These pieces? They are ridiculously cheap to begin with, for a privileged American. And they are most often HAND-EMBROIDERED, not even with a sewing machine. It take a lot of work and a lot of artistry and talent and practice. I would like to honor that and pay them a fraction of the worth. I just can't sleep at night otherwise. If that makes me a "fool" in the eyes of some, or an object of mirth by the sellers who can't believe they just made such a great sale-- I don't really care. Maybe they get to tell the story of the shirt they sold to a crazy blue/purple/green-haired guerita who speaks like a Chilanga, that's okay with me!

**I don't know how to pronounce this. Yet. If we make it to a Mazatec town, I will try to learn some basic phrases before we go so I can express myself in their native language.

Sunday, August 19, 2018

The water, it boils

We took a day-trip to the deservedly famous but still not as famous as it should be Hierve el Agua. About an hour and half from the centro of Oaxaca de Juárez, Hierve el Agua is located in an abrupt set of mountains after crossing through mezcal country. Most of the way is via a modern caretera toll road but the last half hour or so is a dirt road in the mountain through a couple of different towns, San Lorenzo Albarradas and San Isidro Roaguia. Both of these towns would like to benefit more financially from the tourist attraction that is Hierve el Agua-- the entrance fees go mostly to the state while the municipalities remain very poor. Hence, in what is a very Mexican solution to a government that largely ignores its people, there is an additional fee to pay before the official fee. I choose to see this as the people taking matters into their own hands...although which of the towns keeps this fee is unknown (to me); in the past Hierve el Agua has been closed altogether due to fighting between the municipalities. I'm just thankful that something or other has been worked out while still hoping for more substantive change that results in more economic stability for the towns (currently seems to be subsistence farming). Because I must admit that this site is one of the most unusual and spectacular places any of us has ever been.

There are two massive so-called petrified waterfalls - "cascadas petrificadas." In reality, they are not waterfalls a springs with water high in calcium carbonate and other minerals such when the water seeps out and drips down the mountain side it deposits minerals that look like waterfalls frozen in rock and time. There are two main cascadas, named "Cascada Grande" and "Cascada Chica" although I have to say that the "Chica" is so big that it's hard for me to call it chica!

Here are a couple of fotos of the Cascada Grande as seen from the top of the Cascada Chica. Not only are the cascadas petrificadas themselves amazing but the surrounding countryside is also dramatic and beautiful.
Cascada Grande (there's a person in white on top to the right)



Thalia thought it would be fun to do a foto where it seems as if she is drinking the "water" as it "flows" down into her mouth and one where it seems she is licking the cascada. I'm always down for such photographic shenanigans even if she gets annoyed with how long it takes me to get her placed just right!













Hierve el Agua translates to Water that Boils or perhaps more poetically water, it boils. One might be forgiven for thinking that these are hot springs but in fact the water is not hot at all, never mind boiling! However, the water does seep through small crevices along with trapped air such that it bubbles quite vigorously at times and so seems like it might be boiling (see foto). The top of the Cascada Chica is quite wet and and the water has created very interesting patterns in the rock. In addition, there are two artificially-created pools that people can swim in-- the mineral-rich water is green in color, not too cold and not too warm, and said to have healing properties.

The larger of the two pools for swimming on top of the Cascada Chica (this is the one we went swimming in later)
Here you can see the patterns the water & minerals have created - makes walking slippery and prone to getting one's feet very wet! Tricky!!!
                After
Here you can see a spot where the water is trickling down, presumably leaving minerals behind, continuously creating more of the mineral accretions that ultimately form the cascada.

After admiring the views (see fotos) from the "Anfiteatro," as the top of the Cascada Chica is called, we headed off to hike to the bottom to get a different view of the cascadas petrificadas.
In the forground, the wet top of the cascada, down in the valley you can see small farms-- totally isolated! In the wet season at least, there are always dramatic skies in Oaxaca. This makes photographer me very happy. Thalia is quite sick of hearing me talk about clouds...

          
Thalia and Eric sit on a rare dry patch!

The hike down is short but quite steep. However, there are lots of stone steps and plants to photograph along the way.


Thalia & Eric in wonder at the size of the cactuses along the way
Me, I was fascinated by all the epiphytes!
Soon enough , you get views looking back toward the Cascada Chica, with the little tiny people on the Anfiteatro for perspective!

In this zoomed in foto you can see the second of the two pools atop the Cascada Chica. Teh person in the foreground slightly to the right is standing where we were standing to take the fotos of the Cascada Grande, above.
Along the path you could also see some of the prehispanic irrigation troughs, constructed by the ancient Zapotec people, for whom this site was likely a sacred one (given the presence of water in an otherwise rather arid landscape, this is not surprising although I can't find much in the way of documentation about this). The irrigation channels fed terraces that were created for farming here. These irrigation troughs are apparently quite rare in ancient mesoamerica.
   



Here you can see an ancient irrigation trough on a terrace of the mountain alongside the modern path. They are frequently found all around. And there are modern ones that feed the modern swimming pools.



 Atop Cascada Grande-- you can tell because it's quite wet again! - you could see shallow pools of water which were presumably the inspiration for the swimming pools on top of Cascada Chica.
In this pool you can also see where the water is bubbling up. Overall, the pool is very shallow.

We hypothesized that this was a place where the water had bubble up in the past, now dry.

After descending quite a bit more, we started getting views of the Cascada Grande-- very dramatic!!!

lots of caves and nooks and crannies in the cliff/mineral fall
Zoomed in on these agave growing near the top but still on a vertical surface (also in above two fotos)!



















And finally-- the pay off! Down at the bottom of the Cascada Grande, looking up. So amazing. There were lots of swallows flying in and out of the cascada and you could hear the water continuing to trickle down. We were lucky enough to be down there on our own so we could soak up (oh! a pun!) the atmosphere and the grandeur.
Cascada Grande!

Thalia consents to have her foto taken with the Cascada Grande

The textures are amazing!

I was able to zoon in on the stalactite/stalagmite pair and see the water dripping slowly but continuously from one to the other! Very cool.

Of course, we then had to climb back UP! Which was not particularly easy. We were lucky that it was pretty enublado (cloudy) but it was still warm and sweaty! We decided we had earned a swim in the pool! Below are fotos from Eric's iphone since we put the big camera back in the car for safety and not-getting-wet-edness! The water is cool enough to be a bit of a shock when you first get in but quickly feels nice and refreshing. The bottom is smooth but you can't see it at all due to all the dissolved minerals- some of the transitions from shallow to deep are quite abrupt and therefore, surprising!



me and Eric (and some other couple of people!) - the water is quite deep at this point and the views wonderful of course! but it's not quite a cliff all the way down on the other side-- otherwise I would not be so close! but it looks good, huh?