Sierra Gorda

This past week we took a group field trip to the Sierra Gorda region located in the north eastern part of the state of Queretaro. This area is extremely mountainous and sparsely populated. There are several medium sized towns, but the rest of the people (for the most part) are dispersed in smaller communities throughout the area.

Day 1:

We set off in a caravan from the city of Queretaro with a small bus/van thing, and several other cars. We got to have our 1^st encounter with the Mexican military and a machine gun as they have check points on various roads to search cars for drugs and weapons, everything went smoothly though. From there we spent some time on an oregano cooperative and got to see where they collect oregano from (grows wild so it is not cultivated). Our next stop was a community of about 50 people on top of a mountain ~8,000 ft high. The road was a little rough, to put it lightly, and we had some issues with all the vehicles making it up to the top, but we eventually made it just in time to see the clouds, fog, and rain roll in to completely cover the view that the place is known for. Some of us did hike up to the scenic view after lunch, and between clouds were able to see why people would venture up that far. Our next stop was Jalpan, where we were based out of for the next several days, but the drive took a little longer than expected since the road pretty much disappeared for the majority of the drive down into the valley.

Day 2:

In preparation for this field trip we were told that this area was always hot. Well guess what, we hit a cold front. Tuesday was cold and rainy which left a slight glitch in the schedule since we were supposed to take a hike that involved crossing a river at several points, but with all the rain the river was a little too high to safely cross. Instead we crossed one of those long, wobbly, pedestrian bridges that you get ½ way across and really start to question the intelligence of your decision. We also went to an aquaculture site to see tilapia (which we ended up eating for lunch later), tomato fields, a tree nursery, and got to drive the vehicles through the river.

Day 3:

This morning we got to wander around a market in Jalpan and then headed farther north in the Sierra Gorda to an town called San Juan de los Duran. En route we stopped at a mission (Sierra Gorda is famous for its numerous, beautiful missions), a ceramics factory, ate lunch in a field, and stopped at a carpentry shop where we had some arts and crafts time. Wednesday night we stayed in cabins (with bunk beds) in the reserve and even had a campfire complete with marshmallows (although warning if anyone is planning on buying Mexican marshmallows….it is impossible to find a bag that is not mixed with pink and white ones and the pinks ones are definitely strawberry flavored and are not so great roasted over a fire).

Day 4:

We went on a hike this morning to see the destruction caused by the pine bark beetle and the management strategies currently in place. Then later we saw the opening of a community run ecolodge/campground which was complete with live local music and dancing. We also got to try this food that looks like the world’s largest tamale (think the size of 4 or 5 footballs), but then gets opened and served from. When we finally returned to Jalpan we had a final dinner next to a large reservoir that is there and had Mexican corn on the cob for the 1^st time (called elote), although I’ll admit I skipped the mayonnaise on mine and only had chili powder.

Day 5:

After walking around the reservoir (same as the night before) and killing some time while a tire got repaired we headed off to go for a hike to a 30 m waterfall. Then we went to the town of Pinal de Amoles where we arrived knowing the name of the place where we were supposed to have lunch, but not the location. Seeing that the town was very small we figured that we would have no problems just asking around, it seems that that strategy only works if the name of the restaurant is correct to begin with. We finally found it, ate (great mole), and then headed back to Queretaro. All in all it was a great week. I failed to mention some of the funnier stories like (1) the night at the cabins someone got up to go to the bathroom and crawled back into the wrong bed when she returned (2) dinner was pretty much in the dark the last night and some grabbed and ate an uncooked ear of corn (3) dinner was also pretty much in the dark on the 3^rd night and numerous people at the very hard shell of some type of squash that was served for desert. Guess that’s about it for now.

Bernal

Today was the first official day we were allowed to leave the city limits of Queretaro without our host families so some of us decided to head to a nearby town called Bernal. This town is home to the world’s third largest monolith (or in plain English….a really big rock…Ayers rock in Australia is the 2^nd largest). You can hike up to the midway point of the rock and there’s a cute colonial town down below. Since we wanted to hike before it got too hot, we decided to take a taxi there and the bus on the way back since the bus is much slower. We’re in the taxi and we see that we’re coming up on a prison and make a joke that we’re going to leave someone there. Then the taxi driver stops and pulls over in front of the prison and says that we’re here. We thought he was joking at first, but finally figured out that he had misheard us and thought we said “penal” (which means prison in Spanish), not Bernal. We got that all straightened out, but then he wanted to change cars and take a better one to Bernal so we met up with someone he knew, changed cars and finally got to Bernal. We hiked up to the midway point which is about 7800 ft (Queretaro is at about 6300). I’m still not quite adjusted to the altitude, but that’d better happen fast because I just signed up to run a 12.5km race next Sunday through downtown Queretaro, so we’ll see how that goes. Nothing too much more to report from Bernal. The town is known for their napole (cactus) gorditas and goat milk candies, which we sampled and later headed back home via the bus. We’re leaving tomorrow for a week in the Sierra Gorda region, a mountainous region in the northwestern part of the state of Queretaro.

More Fireworks

There was another celebration last night (evidently every church has one for their parton saint). This time I have a video of the firework tower. What the video fails to capture is that the ground this time is covered with sawdust from an earlier ceremony, some of which proceeded to catch on fire. To cap this off, the fireman who is watching this whole thing is standing there smoking. Well, there's the video of one section of the tower igniting.....

First full week

We’ve all been settling into our daily routine of spanish and PC classes all day. This week we got to celebrate a birthday and my official graduation from UVM. We also took a field trip on Thursday to a natural area just outside the city limits of Queretaro called Parque Cimatario. On Friday night we had a party at the Spanish school with all our host families (mainly just the mom’s) for a potluck dinner and to watch some traditional Mexican dances. We finally have a full free weekend and a little free time. Here’s some picts from last week…..

El Campo

Today I headed off to the countryside with my host parents. These adventures are even more fun because I don’t always understand everything my host mom tells me and they also don’t necessarily give me all the details either. They have a house about 30 minutes outside of Queretaro. Once you get outside of the city it’s a pretty rugged landscape of mountains and rocky hills and lots of cactus plants. Across from their house there was even a burro tied to a cactus. They have a yellow lab at their house in Queretaro and a different dog, Barto, that lives at the country house as a guard dog. I think Barto is something mixed with a German shepard, but I’m not sure. Either way the dog is amazing. After a dinner of fish with a cilantro pesto and fresh avocados and rice, my host mom and I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Barto and talking while my host dad took a siesta in the hammock. A little later we took a 20 min drive to a very small town called Colona that has a very old church dedicated to the virgin Dolores and an old friend of my host mom. This was another good example of not really knowing what to expect….

Host mom: Would you like to take a walk?
Me: Yes.
Host mom: We’re going to take the car.
Me: Ok.

Then we all get in the car and other then pointing out things along the way no mention is made to how long we’re going to be in the car or where the final destination is. For a while I thought we were going to see this really big rock (3^rd largest monolith in the world for all of you who are keeping track), but then we turned down a narrow street and were parked in front of a church. It’s good, it keeps me on my toes and in a stable state of never being sure that I know exactly what is going on. Thought it would be nice to sometimes be able to communicate a little better with my host parents, I’m actually glad they speak no English because it means I can’t ever take the easy road. Until today I had only seen my host father once and for ~5 min. One of the first things he told me today was his top 3 list of American inventions which goes like this: (1) Coke-a-Cola, (2) Milkyway chocolate bars, and (3) Tabasco sauce. Its good to know that even in a country with so many chilies and spicy food, Tabasco is still appreciated.

For anyone that has been dying to call my Skype # starting today, most days M-F I’ll be online from ~5:30 – 7:00 pm (CST).

Urban Hiking

Saturday we started with an introduction at our language school (to officially begin on Monday). We ran into a huge Harley motorcycle ride going on through the street, I guess that’s not something only in the states. After dinner with my host mother (for those of you not familiar with Mexican meals, the largest meal of the day, “dinner”, is served around 2 or 3 followed by a light snack at 8 or 9 at night), several of us headed to the center of town to walk around the markets and side streets before attending a party at the director of PC Mexico’s house. Current PC volunteers, our Spanish teachers, and other PC staff were all in attendance. The house was amazing. It is centered around a large courtyard with a fountain and also has a roof top te rrace. This is where the night got interesting…

We left as a large group, but since we don’t all live in the same areas, eventually began to break off into groups that lived close to one another. One of the girls in our group lives pretty far away so three of us decided to walk her home to make sure she got there safely. Just after we dropped her off, it began to pour. As we headed back to where we lived we decided that we thought we knew the way well enough to not use the map. Our first clue should have been to turn around once the sidewalk ended. We were walking along a sizable road (similar to a divided highway) and the sidewalk ended, but there is also a river running down the middle of the road so you can’t just cross anywhere. Well instead of turning around and heading back to find a bridge to cross, we decided it would be a really good idea to climb up the embankment and continue walking above the highway through trees, grass, cactus plants, and trash. (about 20 ft above the highway). After crossing a railroad track (which a train did come down) and meeting a dead end at an electrical power station or a 20 ft drop down to the street, we finally decided to turn around and head back for an alternative route. By then we’re soaked, muddy, and bleeding (from a cactus or barbed wire, too dark to tell). By the time we made it back to the sidewalk, the road is now filled with water, so of course every time a car passes by we get splashed. We did finally make it home and when I walked in the door I thought my host mother was going to have a heart attack when she saw how muddy and wet I was. I tried to explain what happened as best as possible in my broken Spanish. Monday we begin our language intensive which will be good since I’m running out of topics of conversation that include words that I know.

Here's some pictures, but more can be found on my flickr site at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/daninewcomb/

For all the Michigan alums out there, I saw this my 2^nd day in Queretaro, it was only a matter of time……

The first days

After two days in Washington DC we finally landed in Queretaro. It is a gorgeous colonial city full of vibrant colors and small cobblestone streets. For those of you wondering about the group dynamics, the age range is from 24 to 65 (with me being the youngest) and most of the group over 30. There are 5 people over 60 which, though not normal for the rest of PC, is consistent with the average age of the Mexico vol. being 45. There is a range of professors, consultants, business people, environmental educators….. We spent the 1^st night in a hotel and then after a full day of medical and visa information were turned over to our host families. My host mother is great. She and her husband have 2 girls, both around my age, but both are married and do not live at home. She speaks no English, so my Spanish is being put to the test. After arriving at home and unpacking we took a walk to the center of town and watched the festivities associated with the festival of St. Francis, including many dancers and drummers. The highlight of the night was the firework display from the church. In addition to normal fireworks being shot off the top of the church, there was also a large structure that shot off fireworks in different directions (including some into the crowd) and resulted in a huge flaming structure of various religious images. Today we got more general information about safety, health…..but did find out more about our placements after training. For right now it looks like I will be working for SEMRNAT in Puebla (a city of ~ 2 million) doing some sort of watershed management and water quality inventory. That’s it for now. Having some upload issues but pictures will follow soon....

Almost time....

After a whirlwind final week of late nights in Burlington, sports extravaganza (Tigers, Michigan football, and Cubs in 3 days), an endless number of goodbyes, and all things Chicago, its finally time to leave.

And here are the things I know:

1. I am going to Mexico for 27 months.
2. I will be in Queretaro for the 1st 11 weeks.
3. I will have a job that in some way relates to water.


I'm hoping to have some more details upon arriving in Mexico, but I guess we'll see, its all part of the adventure........

Last Night in Burlington