In a prior post, we described the abundance of music we encounter every day here in Chapala. Mariachi bands on the malecon, people walking or biking or driving around with audio rigs blasting out all varieties of Mexican music, classic music at the refurbished and re-purposed train station, music pretty much everywhere you go.
A few weeks ago, Bonita’s daughter and her husband and their very young son paid us a visit all the way from France, their current home base. On the last day of their visit, we drove up to Guadalajara so they could see the centro historico and get a little flavor of the city.
Guad can really be a challenge to drive. It’s the second largest city in Mexico. The deeper you head into the centro, the more narrow the streets become and the more dense the traffic. And street repair seems to pop up overnight, so quickly that Google Maps has not yet registered the change and re-routed you, so you can get into some long waits for traffic to sort itself out.
After quite a harrowing journey to find parking near the centro, we finally parked at one of the mercados around the centro, Mercado Libertad. This is a locals market. We’ve been there twice now and have yet to encounter another gringo. And it is HUGE. Imagine your local flea market, add in food vendors, jewelers, clothing merchants of all sorts and multiple grocery stores, expand by 1,000 and you’ll have the image.
After negotiating our way down three flights of market to ground level, we exited the market and discovered horse-drawn carriage rides on offer. We hopped aboard for a leisurely tour up to and veering into historico centro.
A beautiful day, a delightful ride, great family, what could be more lovely?
Well, a surprise!
From the mercado we walked back up toward centro historico, taking in the sights along the way.
And as we got to the back side of the Opera House which anchors the main square of centro historico, there the surprise was.
A band had set up on the sidewalk and were just starting to film a video. Happy, infectious music came our way, captivating, entrancing, delightful. I stopped to listen to their offering, as did several other locals.
When you finished the song, I hung around to say hello and to thank them for the music.
After the song had ended, one of the band said the name of the group, which I heard as Chorizo, as in the delicious, spicy Mexican sausage. I chuckled and thought, how appropriate.
When I mentioned this to the band, they laughed heartily and corrected my hearing. The name of the band is Teriso.
Here’s one of their songs if you’d like to hear them. (The song they were videoing that day is still yet to be posted.)
Wandering around Mexico, you just never know what may lie around the next corner. We delight in that.