We were driving through the state of Nayarit (I didn’t even know there was a state in Mexico called Nayarit until we drove through it, isn’t that sad?) and I kept being reminded of Taiwan. The jungle-y-ness of the green, the wild, the feeling that if you had some gumption, energy (and maybe connections) you could could make something happen. The people were also similar to how I experienced the Taiwanese: genuine. If people don’t give a shit about you, they don’t give a shit, and (unlike China) they don’t pretend to give a shit so they can make a buck or get a visa off of you.
Closer to Tepic, it felt as if we were back in Humboldt County. It was that GREEN, huge trees, the air had changed with the elevation. It was refreshingly cool. Delicious.
And then when we drove into Tepic, we were reminded of Paris – it has a lot of the feel of some of the older areas there, there is a European charm to it. Cobblestoned streets to boot.
Tepic is (evidently, according to the guidebooks) not usually a town that people stop at. They tend to just stay on the highway which leads around it. We think the city is worth visiting. It’s small enough to easily navigate but big enough offer various things of interest. One of the things that interested us were the indigenous people in the region, most noticeably the Huichol (yeah, like the hot sauce).
You see them ALL OVER the main square area and walking around downtown, most all in their native garb. GORGEOUS stuff. Long colourful skirts for the women, beautiful woven shirts, headscarves, absolutely stunning beaded jewelry. A lot of them were selling their creations in the square and I’m seriously kicking myself right now for buying something to have giveaway on this here blog – you would have loved it.
So we were just bumbling along, eating too much of that sugarcane that they douse with lime juice, salt and chilli (OH MY GOD. YUM. ) and big bowls of soup with hand-pressed tortillas fresh off the grill, stuffed pineapples, octopus empanadas and other morsels of divinity….
when our hotel kicked us out. We were shocked.
We had arrived in the night and had everything (“everything” being the presence of 3 kids, a trailer and a hearing dog) okay’d. They weren’t keen on Kianna but said it was all right so long as we used the back entrance so that other guests wouldn’t be scared. (Larger dogs in Mexico are evidently used mostly as guard dogs, so people really freak out with Kianna, thinking she’s going to go all Cujo on them.) “All right!” we said, “no problemo.” And we dutifully used the back entrance.
Kianna didn’t bark once. Of course she didn’t; she never barks unless we give her the command to bark. Kianna was better behaved than any one of our kids and yet the next day the manager said he needed us to ship out because he was just too, too worried that another guest would be scared.
We went over E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G with him. What a service dog does, the organization that trained her (CCI), showed him her ID card, tags. We even showed him what she does and… no way, Jose. He said he just couldn’t take the risk.
I shrugged, I was okay with leaving. I felt like for a simple eviction, the guy (and everyone else in reception, and quite a crowd had gathered) got a long and tidy lesson on service dogs, so hey! Disability Awareness Training, right?
We went on over to this gorgeous old hotel across the way, which funny enough was the one that I hadn’t wanted to try when we arrived in town. I thought it looked too fancy for us, so beautiful draped in lovely lights, huge trees, graceful buildings and old-time classic atmosphere. We went and checked them out – they were only 50 pesos (- a few dollars) more than the last place and had NO problem with Kianna. No back door for us, either.
We asked them why they would accept Kianna and the other hotel wouldn’t.
“Well, we don’t know about them, but if you give us your word that your dog will be behave, that’s enough for us. We welcome you.”
Tepic Disabled Access:
The main areas of Tepic are as physically accessible as any other in Mexico (- meaning, not very. But with a ramp here and there, some streets being spectacularly accessible or inaccessible; take your random pick). The cobblestones, while charming, would complicate things for a chair user, I assume, as well as a blind person who uses a cane? I’m not sure.
I saw someone using their chair on the street and it did not look like fun or comfortable. The street was narrow, cars could not go around the person and there was not enough room for the person to use their wheelchair on the sidewalk. Major access fail.
I was disturbed by the begging that I saw going on with people with visible disabilities. A kid with CP was in the square, begging with an older family member by him. A legless man on the sidewalk with h= a bowl in front of him. Another guy with an intellectual disability with his bowl. The powerlessness and the sense of, “help me; this is all I can do” deeply troubled me.
Wonder why we were staying in a hotel in the first place? It was because the bit that Alaskan Camper “fixed” broke AGAIN. This was the second time. Such a major fail – it now is worse than it was before we dropped it off with them. So we had to stay in a hotel so that Mikey could fix it.