Destinations

San Sebastian - Barrio de / Neighborhood of Merida

In the city of Merida, you will encounter many different barrios, colonias or neighborhoods. So many in fact, that when you look at a map of greater Merida you will be overwhelmed with choices and unfamiliar names that go way beyond the generic “centro” so often used by the expats (hint: centro is not a neighborhood that will appear on any map) or “el centro” which is its local name.

From Azcorra to Miraflores to Mayapan to Brisas, the colonias are all over the map. And they are not all in the central Merida area. The interesting ones with colonial-era churches are, however, and these are the neighborhoods with the most history and often the most photogenic and desirable from a visitors point of view.

One such neighborhood, one of the traditional ones and less visited than say Santiago or Santa Ana, is San Sebastian. San, as you know, is a saint and San Sebastian is a coastal town in the Donostia region of Spain as well.

In Merida’s San Sebastian neighborhood, the yearly celebration of note is the Festival del Pib, where many providers of this important Hanal Pixan dish gather to sell their versions of the delicious and Omeprazol-invoking baked tamal called the pib. This festival is held at the end of October and is a must for all those interested in local food and ambience.

A pib close-up

Another interesting attraction of this neighborhood are the murals/street art on the facades and walls, between La Hermita and the church dedicated to Nuestra Señora de Asunción. These paintings, sponsored by the authorities to revive interest in the area and with paint from Mexican paint company COMEX, are about inclusion, and they are colorful and photo-worthy if you like that sort of thing.

Then of course, there is the Our Lady of the Assumption church, the center of the neighborhood and what gives the area its rather stately feel. Originally a modest center of worship, construction began with help from donations by the faithful around the year 1800, to enlarge the small chapel and create the building we see there now.

This effort was spearheaded by one don Juan Esteban Quijano. The legend of how he came to be involved goes like this:

Don Juan Esteban Quijano, a notable resident of the “white” city of Merida, known for his charitable nature and philanthropic bent, received one day a female visitor, who, in spite of her ragged clothing and poverty-stricken appearance, gave off a dignified air of beauty (these are legends and legends of that time dictate that the poor cannot generally be considered beautiful or dignified). This woman implored don Juan to visit her neighborhood and to help her rebuild her home, a simple palm roofed structure. Her neighbors, all poor, could not be of any assistance and this is why she was asking him. He in turn, impressed by her demeanor and bearing agreed in principle and asked for directions on where he could find her house to which the mysterious woman replied that he would find it in the south west section of the San Sebastian neighborhood and that the home would be identifiable by a ray of sunlight.

Upon visiting the area he found the hut and shining into it was a ray of sunlight, which illuminated the face on a statue of a virgin inside. To his surprise and wonder, the face of this virgin was the face of the woman who had come to ask him for his help.

You can visit the San Sebastian church and neighborhood on your own walking tour of the downtown area or as part of a city tour Lawson’s can organize for you.

Another Magical Day in the Yucatan

My goal as a travel facilitator is to create a perfect, memorable day. Perfect for those who have a soft spot in their hearts for the quiet, magical moments that travel is capable of providing; moments that can be transformative and immersive; that require little more than just letting go and living in the moment. In other words, more … and there’s that invented term again …. excursionary serendipity.

On this day, we were three; my two guests and I, off to visit a cenote and making a stop in the village of Ek Nakan, taking a photo or three of the magnificently Gothic yellow church and having a most delicious taco at the minuscule three-table restaurant named Janeth (the H is not a typo) recently opened and that shows a remarkable aesthetic sensitivity for such a small village with its checkered tablecloths and flowers on each table.

It occurred to me, since one of my guests was an avid as well as professional photographer, carrying an imposing Hasselblad to the wonderment of many, that there was a good photo op of some old stone gateposts leading into a cornfield: a shot I found particularly evocative.

Vamos?” I asked.

Vamos!” she agreed.

The photogenic gateposts in question

Upon arriving there, we saw cars parked and people milling about. A man strode out from among the group and offered up a welcome and greeted me by name. It was one of the men who work in the cooperative that is in charge of the beautiful cenote there. I then saw several more faces I recognized from the many visits to the village over the years. It turns out they were just pulling out of the earth pibes (the banana-leaf-wrapped tamales made for Hanal Pixan) and asked us to join them in tasting them right then and there.

We were soon surrounded by smiling, welcoming souls. We visited their altar, commenting on the photographs of the departed on display, taking more than one photo and just basking - that really is the word: basking like seals on a sunny beach - in their gentle, heartfelt hospitality. And while we felt welcomed and to be honest a little like distinguished guests, it was casual and genuine. I didn’t get the sense that they were kowtowing to the gringos. I quietly asked one of the men in charge if we needed to pay something or make a donation for eating half of one other tamales and sharing in their moment, and the answer was a firm para nada: absolutely not.

Promising to return in the near future we left with full bellies and hearts, marveling and commenting on the magic of encountering such a totally unscripted scene, here in the magical Yucatan.

It's the Hottest Time of the Year and Yet...

When asked about the weather, us locals always love to mention that April and May are the hottest months of the year, which surprises people who expect you to say July or August. In fact April and May are the culmination of several months of normally continuous dry weather. There are brush fires along the sides of roads and in the countryside, both from carelessly tossed cigarette butts and from campesinos doing annual burns to prepare fields for planting in the coming rainy season. The landscape goes from multi-hued green to dry, grey, crispy. The rocks everywhere are evident and previously hidden vestiges of ancient monuments emerge from their hiding places in the Yucatan’s dry tropical forest.

And yet, in spite of this rather stark landscape, nature is alive and well and really active at this time of the year. The mangos are coming. Ciruela or abal, as they are known here, are ripening. Grosellas are popping on scrubby trees. Caimito, limón indio and mamey. And flowers! At no other time of the year are there so many flowers, from wild vines in fluorescent purple, yellow and fuschia to more domesticated varieties like flor de mayo (frangipani or plumeria), bougainvillea, flamboyan, lluvia de oro, and others.

The frangipani with their velvet-like colors and sweet vanilla scent are stunning and you can find them in shades of creamy white to almost shocking purple and fuschia. The photos below are from the town of Dzitya, taken at 11 AM on a scorching 41-degree day. They are beautiful, are they not?

Give us this day... traditional bread making in the Yucatan

Introduction

If you have spent any time in and around the Yucatan, you will have heard the term “francés” usually associated with the word “caliente” Now this may come as a surprise, but when someone talks about having a francés caliente they are not talking about assaulting a hot Frenchman. No, it refers to a long-ish individual loaf of bread, baked daily in bakeries throughout the region and enjoyed as an evening snack with pieces of Edam from that hollowed out queso de bola (unfortunately and unappetizingly translated as ball cheese) or in the morning stuffed with juicy, greasy and delectable cochinita pibil.

And while these and other bread products are nowadays finished in ovens for the most part, the traditional way is to find them baked in gigantic wood-fired ovens, very similar to the brick pizza ovens that can reach very high temperatures and whose delectable crusts are charred and crisp and ash-sprinkled from real pieces of wood crackling inside the baking space.

The Process

In the case of the francés, the dough is shaped by a combination of pounding, elbow thumping (the actual elbow is used) and shaping by hand. A sliver of palm (not banana leaf as some would have you believe) is laid along the length of the shaped loaf which is then set in trays placed on racks where they await, rising slowly in the local heat, to be baked in the afore-mentioned oven. Why the sliver of palm? I was told that it is to maintain the shape of the bread, not that it imparts any special flavor to the final product as I had previously been told.

Loaves are laid onto the hot bricks in the oven, having been previously swept clean with a moist rag to remove excess ash and coals. This is done with a very large wooden spatula with a handle that will cross the entire room, so as to keep the operator from contracting heatstroke in the face of the very caliente oven. A few moments in the oven and they are removed, fresh and ready to be delivered to points of sale around the village or prepared in bags for orders from the vendedores who will be selling tortas and tacos early the next day.

Juan Sabido (left)

Juan Sabido is one of these bakers and has generously shown us around the operation where he works, in an unmarked and unremarkable house that you would not even suspect of being a bakery when driving by.

This, and other experiences like it, are some of the things we offer our guests when they come to visit the Yucatan giving them a true glimpse into traditional life, customs and its people.

Sisal for the Day

A day trip to the beach.

Who doesn’t love a few hours on the beach? Sun, sand, the ocean, and a cute little town to visit. And yes, a ceviche and freshly fried fish to go along with an ice-cold cerveza. Even a little street art in the form of murals. All within an hour’s drive of the formerly white city of Merida.

Sisal was once the main port of the Yucatan (after Campeche was turned over to the Campechnos and before Progreso) and all kinds of goods were shipped from here to Cuba. Including, tragically, Mayan slaves to work on Cuban sugar plantations. Yes, many a fancy Yucatecan surname is associated with the traffic of human beings somewhere down their lineage, contributing to their wealth and stature. A dark part of history glossed over by the brochures.

There is construction on the road between Hunucma and Sisal at the time of this writing so take it easy - you will make it even if you have to slow down a bit here and there. The highway “improvements” will increase traffic to this gem of a beach, thereby probably ruining it in the foreseeable future, so take advantage of the fact that it’s not completed just yet and go NOW.

We can get you there and ensure you have a great day on a private tour just for you and yours. No strangers to clog up the experience. No time limits, we go as long as you like. We do what YOU want!

Contact us here and we’ll set it up!