Deep in the Yucatán – Valladolid, Mexico

Valladolid, Yucatán

There is a gentle magic on the hazy roads leading to Valladolid – For miles you travel through nothing but the flat, interminable expanse of the Yucatán jungle.  The monotony, coupled with the heavy air, and brilliant clear sun, becomes hypnotizing.  Wondrously amplified details begin to emerge from the feverish trance  – small yellow butterflies float out of the trees, and huts of villages glance out from here and there, their presence revealed sometimes only by the smoke of cooking fires.  Occasionally, in the middle of nowhere, a lone traveler stunningly appears on the side of the road, pushing a cart or riding a bicycle…  going to who-knows-where.

Cathedral of San Gervasio

Arriving in Valladolid abruptly snaps one back into reality.  The narrow, brightly colored streets are a flurry of activity  -stores specializing in leather and clothing; -food vendors selling strange fruits, medicines, and streetfood;  -bicycles, cars, traffic cops swarming everywhere.   The sun sears even more than it did out in the jungle.   Once in while, you see women, often in pairs,  wearing striking Mayan huipiles –  dazzling white blouses decorated with intricate embroidery.  An elderly woman or two sit in doorsteps, sewing.  The Spanish here is accented by Mayan, and occasionally you hear pure Yucatec Mayan being spoken, as it is still the first language of many.

 The ancient Maya had a town here called “Zací”, which was destroyed by the Spanish under a nephew of the conquistador Montejo (now the namesake of a local beer) family.  They had established a town further away, but plagued by mosquitos, they arrived here and established Valladolid on March 24, 1545.  The Mayans of the region, of course, did not take kindly to this invasion and, and in the face of horrific horrific exploitation, staged numerous revolts over the following centuries, culminating in the Caste Wars of the 1840’s, in which the town was sacked and many of the residents slaughtered.   In other parts of Mexico, the tensions and fallout stemming from the Spanish colonial system still run very high, but here there seems to be some peace at the moment.

a sign partially in Yucatec Mayan

It’s a small town, and you seem to run into the same people over and over again.  Due its proximity to some major archeological sites, it has begun to see more tourism over the past ten years- predominantly backpacker types-  We twice bumped into some Germans who were traveling through the Yucatán and Central America.  And as far as we could tell, we were the only Americans in town.

It’s a compact place centered around the zócalo, near which are a number of modest hotels and a handful of exceptional restaurants.

near the Zócalo - just before an evening storm knocked out the town's electricity for about an hour or so

The food of the Yucatán is unique.   To name a few dishes:  pollo escabeche (chicken with a huge pepper and pickled onions in a vinegary sauce), cochinita pibil (pork rubbed with a red adobo, wrapped in leaves, and slow-cooked in an underground oven),  Longanizas Valladolid (Valladolid style sausage, loaded with spices), sopa de lima (a chicken soup with lime, poc chuc (a sort of barbecue grilled pork), and the ever-present fresh tortillas.

These giant sinkholes, known as cenotes, dot the limestone landscape of the Yucatán. Some, like at Chichen Itza, are open wells; some are completely subterranean; and many, like this one, are sort of in between. Because the Yucatán lacks river systems, human settlements tended to gravitate to cenotes. Zací sustained the Mayan town that was here before the Spanish, and probably sustained the Spanish as well, early on. Today they make for great swimming holes.

Valladolid is near a number of archeological sites, including Chichen Itza and Uxmal.  If you don’t have a car, there are “colectivo” vans that you can grab for very cheap.  They may be hard to find, but if you ask a police officer, he or she can point you in the right direction – knowledge of basic Spanish is very helpful.  The ride to Chichen Itza takes about 50 minutes and winds through the blank jungle, passing through smoky villages where little kids sell juice and trinkets by the roadside.  Along the way, passengers come and go – We had a fun time with a party of Jehovah’s Witnesses for a number of miles.

Calle de los Frailes

Cathedral of San Gervasio

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About ventilateblog MUSIC Classically trained cellist. Attended Peabody Conservatory of Johns Hopkins University - degree in Music Composition, and three years of recording arts and audio electrical engineering. Multiple works for chamber groups and orchestra have been produced and performed. Singer-songwriter with rock and folk roots.. Electronica. Today, it's about mashing together all these things into improbable hybrids. Also, a longtime educator of music. PHOTOGRAPHY Unpredictable and in the moment is what I love. Streets, architecture, and people. Ruined places. History. Frozen moments. Great love for imagines wrought by beautiful mystery of film and vintage cheapy cameras. WRITING The vague, ephemeral. The historical - the ghosts behind the veil of time. Delving deeply into the intricacies of our physical and cultural world. Relaying memory and longing. And sometimes the absurd. Life runs deep. Life

Posted on January 25, 2012, in Mexico, travel, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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