Carlos picked us up at 7:15 a.m. this morning to take us the 17 miles from Teotitlan del Valle to the ADO (Ah-Day-Oh) bus station in Oaxaca city for our trip to Puebla, departure time 9 a.m. We made prepaid credit card reservations six days ago, a necessity for securing a ticket, by phoning the local Oaxaca bus station. The roundtrip cost is 590 pesos on ADO GL. I think this is the first class bus, though I’m not certain, since there was advertised the UNO bus for the 12 hour trip to San Cristobal de los Casas that has two toilets — one for hombres, on for mujeres. Seems like if there are two toilets, then this would definitely mean premiere class travel. The bus station is a pristine temple to fine travel, complete with ATM, a baggage check area, an espresso bar, and snack shop all under a modern metal and glass arched structure. As we waited, a cleaning woman mopped under my feet with sweet smelling antiseptic. The 3 pesos bathroom was tended by a helpful lady who directed me to the toilet paper dispenser next to the sinks. I sipped latte and nibbled on a breakfast cheese sandwich waiting for the boarding call. It was much more civilized than current air travel … more like waiting for the train at Penn Station.
As we cued up to board the bus, each of us was stopped for a security check — frisked with the metal detector and bags examined. Then, much to our amazement, after all boarded, the woman went down the aisle with a video camera to capture each of our faces. There must be a reason, we said to each other, as we settled into the plushy upholstered seats, reclined, and adjusted the foot rests. As soon as we pulled out of the station, the James Bond movie started. Sam warned me it would be some shoot ’em up action film, which is what she has experienced on bus rides all over Mexico. Indeed, “Casino Royale” dubbed in Spanish was a loud, action-packed adventure that I wanted to sleep through but couldn’t. We had spent Christmas Eve reveling with the extended Chavez family — four brothers, two sisters, their children and grandchildren, consuming great quantities of beer, wine, Tequila, champagne, roast chicken, tamales, gelatina and chocolate cake until well after midnight.
It wasn’t long after climbing out of the Oaxaca valley that the landscape turned desolate, high desert, scrub oak, brown grass, pine forested mountains in the distance. Further along the highway, about halfway through the Bond film, the organ pipe cactus burst onto the scene. After three and a half hours, as we approached Puebla, the land became more generous. Farms were verdant and prosperous. Sheep and goats grazed. Dried corn stalks formed tall pyramids where they were gathered up from cleared fields. At exactly four hours, we pulled into the huge Puebla bus depot and got a taxi to our hotel on the outskirts of town. Sam got a deal online at a Best Western for $60 per night, about half the price of a Zocalo historic center location. We deposited our bags, and hit the streets, first stopping at El Porton on Ave. Juarez for comida. It’s a favorite chain with good quality food. Today I discovered, much to my horror, that it is owned by Wal-Mart! It took about 45 minutes to walk to where the action was, but the meandering was very satisfying as we stopped to take photos of ancient courtyards, Talavera tile covered 17th century buildings, brass studded pine wood doors that had to have been built 300 years ago.
Puebla de los Angeles was created by the Spanish and was NOT built upon a pre-existing indigenous village. It’s architecture is like ordering a chocolate ice cream sundae with whipped cream, cherries and nuts on top. The facades of the buildings are sheer delights … fanciful curly cues, brocades, and dripping embellishments. Shops and houses are tints of peach, plum, cherry, and lime. There are wide avenues devoted to pedestrian promenades. The churches are magnificent structures of quarried stone exteriors and gold leaf interiors that would put any Di Medici to shame. The tile work adds a splash of Baroque splendor that blends Moorish origins. The interior wood carvings by local Indian artisans are masterful. Tonight we visited Puebla’s Iglesia de Santo Domingo and spent considerable time in the Chapel of the Virgin of the Rosary — an extraordinary gilded and carved sanctuary lined with paintings and Talavera tile. Tomorrow is 8 a.m. breakfast and then a shopping quest for Sam and Tom. I’m along for the ride.