Next we visit the town of Chapala. I’m informed this is little Canada because so many Canadians’ live here, usually because they retired here. It is on the shore of Lake Chapala, Mexico’s largest natural lake – 70 kilometres.
The bus stops on the edge of the lake. Gloria let us know that the bus will leave and we have an hour to walk about and then we must be on time or the police will be unhappy with the bus if it is lingering in the area. I didn’t understand what she said but I understood the word ‘police’ so got the drift of what she said.
Adrianna and I decided to walk out to the island on which there is a large statue. I live in Vancouver, Canada on the Pacific Ocean. It looks to me like the tide is out because the water level is obviously low. It does not smell like the ocean though. Adrianna tells me the lake is contaminated. So sad, such a beautiful lake. According to what I read – the lake it dying.
We walked along the shore and then through some of the stalls. Most of the merchandise we saw was not made in Mexico so it didn’t interest me. We spent some time in Saint Francis Church. We go back to where the bus is to pick us up and then head of to Ajijic for lunch.
With care and concern,
After more milling around and warnings not to take pictures of his house or go near it, the big gates open and we start down the beautiful cobbled stone road to his place. The whole area is beautifully manicured and obviously well-maintain. Good Canadian that I am, I stay clear of his home ( grab only one quick photo) and explore the walled- off (low wall) pool area. There are two peacocks strolling around a wired off area with chicks inside it. Can you see them in the photo? I wonder why they are fenced off from mama peacock (to keep them all from wandering off?). Then I go into the stables.
I grew up on a farm so the barn is a familiar place for me. Our barn housed cows and horses and was not kept nearly as well as these stables. I noticed that the horses were tether so close to the walls that they could not move around the stall. This puzzled me. I have a deep concern for animals. So I searched out Gloria and asked her about it. It took a little bit for her to figure out what I was asking, but she got it. She told me the horse are tethered like that when the stalls are being cleaned out. The horses are let loose in the stall once it’s cleaned. My concern alleviated, I wandered over to the paddock where cowboys ( is that the right terms these days? I have trouble keeping up.) are training horses for the rodeo. The paddock is covered, spacious and like the rest of the farm, very well-maintained. Gloria informs me that the main function of the stables are for horse sales, training for rodeos and providing horses for movies.
We head back to the bus. At the gates, before we leave, there is thanks paid to staff of the ranch for their help with the tour. Of course the hat is passed to invite tips. It’s all in Spanish so I approach the woman who translated for me before and she translates again for me. We introduce ourselves. Her name is Adrianna. she was born in Argentina and has been working for a large USA company for 37 years.
A friendship begins.
With care and concern,