Zacatecas
Zacatecas is like a pink, sugary cake. All the buildings are a rose shade, with intricate plateresque facades that resemble icing. Dulce de leche, and candy made from every iteration of sugar, are sold on street corners, alleyways and convenience stores. Families all converge on the central square monthly to watch the city orchestra, and roving clowns, perform. It just couldn’t get more sweet.
We had a fabulous time in this city 9 hours to the north of Mexico City.
It was the only place where we found a thriving youth hostel, whose owners
threw a margarita party on the roof and took us to an authentic vaquero
dance club on the first night we were there. I danced until the sweet
poured down my face and I thought I was going to collapse. I wish we had
spent more time there.
An expansive space next to the main cathedral.
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Two views of the magnificent plateresque façade of the cathedral.
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Walking to school; an indigenous band/family in full costume.
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Can’t get enough of that cathedral.
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A view of downtown from the balcony of an internet café.
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Fresh dulce de leche, and other sweets, were abundant, fresh and cheep—yippee!
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Getting on top of the city by gondola, or the hard way [what we did].
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Paper, chocolate, gifts and a good view.
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Yellow hard hats at a work site, and during a tour of the town’s extensive mines.
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Fried pork skin was everywhere, with competitors banking on their individual toppings.
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Making fresh gorditas—little pockets of tasty morsels.
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Once a month, the whole city turns out to see the city orchestra play music in the square.
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Getting the best view of the tubas.
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