I woke up very early on Saturday, and Alexa had been downstairs in the restaurant for a while. After breakfast, we went to the reception to find out what was the best way to go to the pyramids of Teotihuacán, where we wanted to go. They advised us to go by bus, and so we did.
It was nice, in a nostalgic way, that at one of the bus stops a man with a guitar got on; He went to the back of the bus and sang for about 20 minutes. This is something that was relatively common in Colombia in my youth, and I don’t know exactly when my last time was hearing one of those guys.
We got at the pyramids and were immediately awed by the imposing majesty of the central pyramid, the Sun Pyramid. There are two main pyramids, the sun and the moon pyramids, and one that in a way could be called «minor», which is one on the Temple of Quetzalcoatl.
The area of the pyramids is like this: It is a 2-kilometer street (the Street of the Dead), with the pyramid of the Moon in the north, the one of the Sun in the center, and the Temple of Quetzalcoatl at the southern end.
The Street of the Dead is framed by vendors of souvenirs from the pyramids. One of our memories is a never ending sound of roaring jaguars and whistling quetzals that we heard since we got off the bus. They were whistles that followed a primitive design, and were used by the tribes of this area, to scare or call animals, and all the stalls in the pyramids had these souvenirs for sale.
Today you cannot climb any of the main pyramids, but the magnificence of the site is not lost for this reason. One of the monuments in front of the Temple of Quetzalcoatl can be climbed, but it must be done very carefully, because it is very steep, and the steps are a little high.
We finished our visit to the pyramids of Teotihuacán and returned to Mexico City, where we went to the Palace of Fine Arts, where we could see several people who looked like celebrities, and other people with cameras and TV gear (cameras, microphones, lights). I asked someone who was there what was happening, and he told me that it was a tribute that they were doing for Roberto Cantoral, Itati’s father. (Mexican artists)
Then we went to another of the places suggested by Mauricio, which was a restaurant in the Latinoamericana Tower building, the Miralto.
This restaurant is literally an observatory where you can order food. We ended up ordering a couple of soups with appetizers, Alexandra and I, and my soup was surprisingly tasty. It was one of the specialties of that restaurant, the Aztec Soup. I can only say that it was a red soup with avocado, cheese and two or three other ingredients, with a taste that I found to be dreamy.
I ordered a craft beer that disappointed me and made me remember how pampered I am for living in a place where craft beer is a big part of the culture. The beer I ordered was an IPA. I was first surprised by its low alcohol content. To my knowledge, the mildest IPAs should have at least 5.5% alcohol. This one had 4.6. It wasn’t that I was looking to get drunk, but that this beer also had a very strange carbonization, almost like that of a soda.
The second beer I ordered did taste good. It was another craft beer, a simple ale. This ale had 5.6% alcohol, which made me think that yes, there was something incorrect in the way that that brewery prepares that IPA.
After our lunch/dinner at this place, we walked to the hostel. It was about 8 blocks, ending with an exhibition that was right in the park in front of the hostel. It was like a kind of festival of the state of Yucatan. We walked in, and there were a lot of kiosks selling clothes, items, souvenirs, all made in Yucatan.
On this place we bought some things, me, for my wife and my mother, whom I would see the next day that was going to be Mother’s Day, and Alexa for herself, but she also bought a gift for Sammy.
The hostel where we were staying had a rooftop bar called ‘La Terraza’. That night we went for a little while, and from there the view of the cathedral of Mexico is quite beautiful:
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