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Day 5 in Chiapas: Into the Clouds, San Andres Larrainzar and Magdalena Aldama

It is humbling to be here in the Chiapas highlands. Maya women are talented weavers. They create cloth that is rich in symbolism using the simple, ancient technology of the back strap loom. It can take three to four months to make a huipil with this method. This last day on the road, two hours up the winding, misty mountain road to Larrainzar and Aldama shows me once again how extraordinary talent comes from such humble living environments.

Families still cluster in small mountain villages. They live in concrete block houses with no heat or insulation. The government provides building subsidies and encourages people to move away from building with adobe or mud and daub, traditionally a much better insulator for cold and heat. Why? Because Mexico wants to show the world they are helping their poor.

Larrainzar is small. Aldama is even smaller. Some of the finest weavings in all of Chiapas are made in these two adjacent villages, which we visit.

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Few speak Spanish. One or two, maybe. All are Tztozil speakers here.

We visit the family of Andrea and her daughter Victoria once again in San Andres Larrainzar. They are award winning weavers who welcome us after a two-year absence. Covid has had a huge negative impact on the informal economy here. People have had no visitors to appreciate and purchase their work.

Then, we travel another 30 minutes to the 4-pedal loom workshop of Jolob, where 80 men are employed on 40 looms to produce hand-woven cloth using a flying shuttle technique. This is more like a semi-automated factory where human labor take the place of machinery. This loom was developed in the 19th century industrial revolution and is commonplace in Mexico. The workshop produces home goods textiles for many U.S. designer brands. It gives us a great comparison to the slower process of the back strap loom.

When we arrive in Aldama at the home of Rosa Vasquez Gomez, she and I embrace. I haven’t seen her in two years. Her husband, Cristobal, was unjustly jailed during the land dispute between this village and neighboring Chenalho. Covid has slowed down the legal process to release him. We raised funds to help but more is needed. After a lunch of chicken soup, homemade tortillas, rice, squash and potatoes, we see what the women in the cooperative have made. I know that each purchase we make will help sustain the families here.

Rosa operated a cooperative in San Cristobal but she closed it. There were no visitors. Now they have no place to sell. We hear this as a repeated refrain.

Our final stop today is to meet Apolonia, Lucia, Martha and Mary, four talented sisters who have been recognized for weaving excellence by the Fundacion Banamex and the federal government. They consistently win top national awards. How, I ask, does such beauty come from such extreme poverty.

Tradition here runs deep. As with other villages we visit, women get their inspiration from the natural world and their spiritual beliefs. They help us pick out the stories in the cloth: frogs signal the coming of rain, essential for growing corn. We see diamonds and stars, representing the universe with its four cardinal points and light. Rows of planted corn, fruit orchards, worms and caterpillars, snakes and birds, all plotted out mathematically in the woven cloth, figure prominently. Designs are created using the supplementary weft technique. A four-selvedge textile with no fringe and no hem denotes the work of a master weaver. The cloth is not cut with a scissors!

Why are we here? To learn and to appreciate. We are also here to support artisans by purchasing directly what they make. In this way, we contribute toward sustaining the traditions — so important as mechanization takes over our world and indigenous traditions fade.

Day 4: Zinacantan Flowers and Chamula Monkeys

When I started writing this post a couple of days ago, we were traveling in our van, going up the mountain in a fine misty rain on our way to San Andres Larrainzar and Magdalena Aldama. I’ve been trying to give you a daily report of our textile adventure but I haven’t succeeded. Playing catch up now, I must report that our first Chiapas tour goers went home this morning. With relief, everyone leaving to return to the USA tested Covid negative.


We covered so much territory in a week. So, these posts are highlights of the deep cultural experience we have shared with each other and the talented weavers we have visited in the homes in remote villages.

On Sunday, Day Four of our Chiapas Textile Tour, we set out early to the San Lorenzo Zinacantan embroidery and weaving village. Mostly, though, the people Ziinacantan are flower growers. Hundreds of greenhouses dot the hillsides surrounding the village. Flowers are replicated in the cloth they wear — chals (shawls) and enredos (skirts) are accented with vines, roses, lilies, orchids, chrysanthemums.

In Zinacantan we visit master weaver María Emiliana Hernández Pérez who is an award-winning artisan. She spins and twists cotton into two-ply thread to attach chicken feather down to the cotton to weave with it. This was once a prevalent practice. No one else is doing this in this village now. The traditional village wedding dress was made this way. Few few survive since most women are buried in their wedding dresses.

For natural dyes, Maria uses Brazilwood, oak, vines, roots, cempasúchil (wild marigold), palo de noc (Orange), black earth. She started learning plain weave at age 7 and weaving feathers at age 20. At age 54, she has been siting on knees all her life but takes no medicine and nothing hurts. 

For the first time in years since I’ve been coming here, we were given permission to take photos in the chapel with a donation to the church officials meeting there. We noted being here was solemn, serene, and reflective. Not the frenzied market environment of where we would go next: San Juan Chamula.

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In Chamula, thousands of people were gathered on the streets and in the church plaza to celebrate Carnival and St. John the Baptist feast day. The Monkey Man is one of the spiritual figures of the village and many had a symbolic stuffed animal — their spirit animal — dangling from neck, shoulders, or belts. Jaguar pelts figured prominently as did traditional festival costumes that had the look of a French soldier.

I reminded everyone that Mexico has been occupied by the Spanish, the French and the Americans. European immigration to Mexico also added influences from Germans and Italians. African slaves, brought to Mexico to work the sugar cane fields, also co tributed to the multi-cultural mix here, influencing dress, fabric, music and cuisine.

After visiting the Chamula church (NO PHOTOS), we stood apart to review the scene of officials wearing white furry wool felted ponchos, the we walked up the hill for lunch and a great view of the plaza below, finishing our day off with a market meander before heading back to San Cristobal in time for dinner.