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From Mazatlan it was a short (5 hours) drive to Santiago Ixcuintla in the state of Nayarit. We thought it would be only a jumping-off point to visit Mexcaltitan, a tiny island in the coastal swamp lands, believed to be the cradle of Aztec civilization. Driving into town on natural stone streets and past huge mosaïc murals, we knew that there was more to Santiago than our guide book said. We stopped at the Zocalo (the central town plaza) for a late snack and a few chats with some locals. The next morning we had an early wake-up call by the cars rattling by on the stone street. After a light breakfast we headed towards Mexcaltitan. At the entrance to a small village (San Miguel Numero 2) we ran into backed-up traffic, caused by a procession of costumed dancers, followed by a pickup truck carrying a huge framed picture of a saint and behind that a marching band and what seemed to be the whole village on foot. We pulled over and joined the crowd. The parade went through the whole town, with fire crackers exploding about every minute and, finally, the procession stopped in front of the local church, the saint was taken down from the truck and presented to the waiting priest. Here, we were told, the Virgen de Guadelupe would stay until this afternoon and then continue on to the next village on its yearly journey through the whole country. On our way back to the car I stopped to get a picture of a huge pig taking a peaceful nap. A woman across the street asked us whether we wanted to see more of them and invited us over. She asked us where we were from and upon learning that my origin was Swiss she presented us with a big chunk of her homemade cheese. We continued on down the road which ended at a wharf where we caught an outboard driven canoe that led us on a 15 minute ride through dense mangrove forests to the island of Mexcaltitan. We visited the Museo del Origen, had a delicious fish for lunch and strolled around the narrow streets flanked by high sidewalks. Mexcaltitan, which measures only 400 meters in diameter, is considered the Venice of Mexico. During the heavy rainfalls of September the town's streets and sometimes even the houses get flooded and all travel within is done by canoe.
We got back to Santiago by mid-afternoon. In our guide book we had read that there is the Centro Cultural Huichol and as we did not have anything to present in our Bazaar yet, we thought this could be the perfect place to look for good artwork. The cultural center is sort of a big, busy family, headed b y Mariano Valadez Navarro, a master yarn painter. About half a dozen Huichol were concentrated on the tedious task of weaving bracelets or adorning wooden and clay sculptures with the minuscule beads. Others were bagging up finished artwork to be sold at markets in other cities. The kids were doing their homeworks, while some of the women were busy cooking and cleaning. At the same time two travelers who were staying at the center were repainting chairs and walls. After a day's stay we were enriched with loads of warmth, knowledge and pictures. |