In 1948 my husband’s parents honeymooned in Mexico. His dad borrowed his own father’s
Buick LaSalle and they drove all the way from Houston, Texas to Acapulco. On the way, they made numerous stops. One of Paul’s favorite childhood memories was looking at the faded Kodachrome photos that his father had taken of Acapulco, Taxco, Xochimilco, and Mexico City. After his father died we decided to retrace their steps with our own five-day survey tour of Tepotzlán and Taxco. We also spent a day in Cuernavaca, but found the City of Eternal Springtime disappointing.
Once the playground of conquerors, emperors, and later movie stars and artists, the city is now a popular weekend retreat for DFers (people from Mexico City). It was sprawling, dirty and overcrowded but the four highlights of our brief time in Cuervaca were a visit to Robert Brady’s house, seeing the Diego Rivera mural at the Palacio de Cortez, lunch at a chic restaurant named HOUSE where the owner, Dago, chatted us up about Cuervaca and environs. But the best part was our stay at the serene and lovely Camino Real Sumiya, in a suburb of Cuernavaca.
Formerly the personal retreat of Barbara Hutton, heiress to the Woolworth fortune, Sumiya is unique in Mexico for its Japanese architecture. Many of the buildings were built in the 1940s by Japanese craftsmen and materials imported from Japan.
A side trip to visit my cranial-sacral therapist, Eduardo, and his wife Silvia at their home in Tepoztlán was interesting (and not just because Eduardo treated my frozen shoulder). The strange, but picturesque town is said to be the birthplace of Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec serpent-god who eventually grew wings and flew away (hence the enigmatic bird named for him).
Tepotzlán is situated in a lush valley surrounded by jagged mountain peaks and has been home to curanderos (traditional Mexican healers) for more than 400 years. Nowadays there are few curanderos left but the town continues to draw many non-traditional healers. On the trail up Mount Tepozteco, there were signs for tarot card readers, massage therapists, acupuncturists and other alternative practitioners. Due to time constraints, we did not make it all the way up the mountain, but the view of the valley from the top is reported to be astonishing.
Our last stop on the road toward Acapulco was Taxco, a charming city of steep and winding cobbled streets, white-washed walls and terracotta roofs that is best known for its silversmith trade. I was on a personal quest to see some original work by William Spratling, an architect from New Orleans who moved to Taxco in 1917 and was responsible for creating the jewelry trade. One hundred years later the town is a major tourist destination. Nearly every store in town sells silver jewelry and the Mexican National Jewelry Fair is held there annually in November. But finding any of Spratling’s original work eluded me.
One morning I hired a cab to take me out to Taxco, El Viejo (Old Tasco) to the Rancho Guillermo Spratling where the Frommer’s guide said one could find original Spratling jewelry.
The cab driver took us to the wrong ranch, and we accidently ended up toruing the estate of a man who dines regularly with Carlos Slim, but that is another story and a very odd one.
A mile down the road, we finally found William Spratling’s ranch where a few original necklaces and bracelets are on display (and for sale). We took a quick tour of the house where
Spratling died (according to the man who led us around) but it was not being kept up. It was dismaying to see the house where the man who brought this vibrant commercial trade to the town of Taxco in a state of neglect.
Funny to see Cuernavaca mentioned here, esp in the context of retracing your in-law’s steps. My mother lived there in the 70s & I’m hoping it was a bit nicer back then for her sake (although according to her, the men were quite aggressive!).
I’ve just stumbled on your site & am excited to read more. Mexico is such a vast mystery to me, sad considering I live next door! (in california)
Thanks for reading Becky. If you’re interested in contemporary Mexican life,
you might enjoy my memoir
The View from Casa Chepitos.
I am almost finished reading THE VIEW FROM CASA CHEPITOS. I’m also a writer, love visiting San Miguel and other parts of Mexico, and enjoy reading your honest and authentic portrayal of the people.
I am almost finished reading THE VIEW FROM CASA CHEPITOS. I am also a writer, love visiting San Miguel and other places in Mexico, and enjoy reading your honest and authentic portrayal of the people.