Villa Corona is an adorable little town about an hour from Guadalajara. It looks just like I thought a small town in Mexico would. Sleepy and colourful, with efficient, friendly beautiful and hospitable people. Amazing food. A rich weekly market with vegetables that could be placed directly in a Whole Foods display. Fresh cheese mongers, bakers, soap makers, and makers of every other type of thing that one might find useful or delight in (- we got a kick out of the sticker-maker and her spins on Che Guevara and other revolutionary leaders) (we also got a kick out of the guy selling roosters).
It’s an interesting. An easy place. Yes, the place where my iPhone was stolen, so there’s that, but it’s still a good place.
It’s also a cool place. Like, literally, cool. Freezing cold might be more like it. In the morning, it’s just as misty as it was on the Lost Coast and every bit as cold. Our breath would hang in the air in front of us, catching and clinging at the sides before fading into a chilled oblivion.
I don’t know if we became sick from the cold at Villa Corona or if Villa Corona gave us the sick from the cold.
Could have been either, but while we were all struggling to get well enough to leave, we enjoyed being where we were. Even if, perhaps, where we were was the source of our sickness?
This is a hot-springs sort of resort/RV park. It gave Mikey some pretty big dreams of starting our own RV park along those lines – with smaller, private pools and with an eco-friendly, disabled-hiring theme. And why not? This area is CHOCK FULL of thermal water, lots of land for sale. Discounted land, to boot, on account of everyone’s current fear of Mexico. You know the theme song from Portland? “the dream of the 90’s is alive in Portland, Portland…”? – I was getting it in my head with a twist, “the dream of the Inn is alive in VC, VC….”
It was fun to be our version of spiders and spin dreams out from our heads in glittery, silvery silk, weaving elegant (fantastical!) designs to snare our futures upon.
It was wonderful to have the most thoughtful, generous, cheerful RV neighbours one could possibly hope for – I’m talking, taking Micah to teach him Scottish songs, baking us to-die-for cookies, gifts for the kids to entertain, you name it. It made Mikey and I feel bad to an extent – we’re a little at loss when people take us in and treat us like long-lost family. We don’t know what to do, how to reciprocate, we’re awkward with our thanks because “thanks” seems like such a small word for the big feelings of love and gratitude in our hearts.
It was a good place to be.
Here are some more photos: