Our time in San Cristobal de las Casas has come to an end
After almost 6 weeks, we finally gathered our wits about us and left San Cris behind.
San Cristobal de las Casas is not Cancun or any other flashy place you may think of when Mexico is mentioned. It is tucked amongst the hills of the southern part of the country in the green state of Chiapas. When I heard it is considered the lazy state, I knew it will be the place for me.
The town has a soul about it. Maybe it is all the indigenous women walking around in hairy skirts and colorful shirts, with their long braids bouncing next to the loads of textiles they carry around for sale. Maybe it is the lazy air about it, the numerous lovely, but unpretentious, cafes, wine bars and restaurants. The streets with tiny walkways that turn into rivers with every rain? The green hills, the hippies or the amazing houses that sprawl behind the unassuming street fronts?
The juicy mangos and tomatoes, vegetables and fresh garlic that decorated my windows (not for long)?
One of the best and most affordable coffees I have had the pleasure of tasting – toasted and ground on the day I buy?
The rustic touches that make places cozy, but approachable at the same time? The strange religious beliefs, the quick and cheap street food or the fresh flowers that decorate just about every place around?
The charm in it not taking itself too seriously or commercially? Yet?
Could it be the fact that laundry took a few days to dry because of the constant rains?
Which was of course annoying, but keeps everything green, green, green.
Or it could be again the people, oh those people, that get in my life and make it better. Like my Spanish teachers, with which I probably laughed more than I learned and after the 4 weeks we agreed on a new slogan for the school “No aprenderÃ¡, pero nos divertiremos!”, or “You will not learn, but we will have fun!”.
A bit of a lie, because my knowledge in Spanish now has put me even in more danger of getting in trouble, as I can now communicate. Watch out, Spanish speaking folk!
Could be that soul sister I found from the Czech Republic, with which I spent entirely too much time drinking $2 coffees, margaritas and mojitos for a woman with three kids at home.
All of it! Every single one of these and plenty of other things made this spot what it was, and forever it will be, for me.
San Cris is definitely one of those places that made its way into my heart. Why? I am not entirely sure, but that is how things in life work.
I love all the pics. Is there any chance you have more of the coffee roaster? I manufacture coffee roasters and am intrigued by that design, I’ve never seen it.
Eric, I may have another one or two, but probably nothing too detailed. I can have a look.
I just found your blog through “On the Road in Mexico” group on Facebook. Your photography and writing are inspiring. I found San Cristobal to be tied for my favorite place in Mexico alongside Guanajuato. I’m in Belize now and decided that, instead of going straight to Guatemala, I’m heading back into Mexico and crossing into Guatemala from San Cristobal, a familiar route to me. I’m an amateur photographer and a shitty writer. You can find a few of my photos on the Facebook group. I post them occasionally and have a lot of catch up to do. I’m looking forward to reading your older posts on your blog. Just read a starkly honest one from India and really like your writing. I see a travel book in your future.
Thank you for writing so thoughtfully and taking the time to do it. I can fully understand your desire to go back to San Cris, and frankly, Guatemala has not yet managed to win over Mexico for me. I can live in San Cris for awhile without any problems.
Thank you again and hope to hear more from you in the future and on the group.