Snapshots of the sabores y vistas of my favorite Mexican pueblo

Sabores

     The orange sky-melon peeked through the sheer, floral curtains and splashed across my sun-kissed skin. My eyes bounced around in a stimulated dance, shouting at my brain that it’s morning. I plopped my feet onto the coffee-colored wood and took my first steps, searching for my faux fur slippers. Perching at the top of the narrow staircase, I searched for the coral treasure awaiting me at the breakfast table. My eyes met it’s gaze; the peachy red fruit glimmered, with specks of black seeds scattered about. The vacant kitchen bench left enough room for me to cushion my torso upon it and dig into my beloved treasure. The papaya burst with a bouquet of sweetness, leaving a hint of bitterness towards the end, but not long enough for it to rest within the next bite. My hand and mouth collaborated in an exchange of food and fork, but before long the fork met an empty bowl and the sweetness was lost. However, an aroma of onions, pepitas, and peppers flooded my nostrils. As the new scents roominated within my nose, a new sort of harmony formed; one where a plate of corn tortillas, empipianada sauce, and queso fresco all blended and mingled to create a sensational array of flavors. A creamy, gritty forkful of empimpianadas basked my mouth in an explosion of sabor. Once again, my fork met the clink of an empty surface and my plate laid barren. For the remainder of the minute, I soaked in the delectable meal that had just vanished from my site. 

Vistas

     It was nearing dusk, but the celestial sun still cast its dazzling brilliance upon the hilly landscape of the Mexican tropics. Taking advantage of the mesmerizing dissolve of the sky-melon, myself and my fellow, familial adventurers set off on a journey to capture the colorific displays of artistry cast upon the pueblo. We exited the bountiful botanics of the tropical courtyard filled with platano, papaya, and lima and entered the breezy atmosphere of the lively town. We paraded down the steep streets, heading straight toward the town center. Nearing the town center, the bright, rainbow-colored steps of the iglesia greeted us in an exuberant embrace and welcomed us into the soothing scenery of the pueblo nightlife. From the best vantage point, one could see a tiny glimmer of the Gulf of Mexico calling from miles and miles away to dive into its mesmerizing shimmer. I skipped towards the closest heladeria and enjoyed the pastel, creamy pigment of an helado de nueces. Right by the town center, we turn onto a street where we climb up the concrete steps of a local building to watch the sunset under the protective shade of several mango trees, unripened of course. Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, the helado, belongingness, and sun all melted in a harmonious display of utter magnificence.