The day is November 5th and it’s looking to be a lazy day wandering through Valladolid, Mexico. We began with a stop at the local market, a market unlike one I’ve seen before, one that was be shut down in the snap of your fingers in the USA for health codes. I played it safe and bought some ‘pan dulce’ literally translating as ‘bread treats’ – they were essentially delicious dough candies along with some pumpkin seeds. Manuella bought some mini bananas, sweeter than a typical banana and I had to entertain myself with this glorious picture outside the market:
We grabbed a quick snack from the local stand across the street with this glorious view of town, we’re in true Mexico here, and these converted bikes are every where. They’re used for transporting people, water, goods, or setting up your own street food stand – it’s incredible. Mexican’s are unbelievably resourceful and harder working than any one I have ever seen before. After eating, we continued to wander across town, saw some old churches, chicks, puppies, and bunnies for sale all in the same vendors door step, and even stopped into a chocolate shop – all don by hand.
Our final destination of this walk across town was the oldest building in town, followed by a dip in the town cenote, Zaci, to cool off at the end of this scorching day. A few blocks short of our destination, I suggested we take a side road instead of the main road, and this whimsical decision ended up becoming the story of the day. As we wandered down this side street, there were a group of girls ahead walking towards us…and they were doing the macarena. Typical, right? That’s what we all do in the street on a Monday afternoon? So, what am I to do – obviously begin doing the macarena myself and encourage the girls to join along. They continued right into my path and we blended perfectly all sharing a laugh in the mean time….
Even for me, this is one of the more random experiences of my life and I’m so happy I had my camera on hand to capture the moment. Once our laughter subsided, we trekked on the final two blocks. We made it to the oldest building in town, relaxed for a moment, and then the Swedes and I threw around my frisbee while soaking in the hot Mexican sun prior to heading for the cenote – worthy of a whole post of it’s own!