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Friday, December 30, 2016

Colourful Juarez Avenue on Isla Mujeres

Colourful Juarez Avenue

It’s almost 2017, time for that inevitable New Year’s Resolution – get more exercise! So, here’s an idea for you: take a stroll along colourful Juarez Avenue on Isla Mujeres. Enjoy the fun buildings. Enjoy the sunshine. 

And stop for lunch or a cold beverage. Hey, you are still exercising; you are just rewarding yourself for the effort.

There are more than a dozen interesting structures on Juarez Avenue with wild colour combinations and murals, or covered in bits of mosaic. Starting at the southern end, behind the navy base and heading north, there is a lot to see.  

Fluffy white dog and kitty share their chairs

First, there is Dede Clark’s tall, narrow home featuring a recent street-side addition of two benches painted to resemble delicate chairs. 

Friendly images of a fluffy white dog plus a black and white cat invite you to join them in quiet contemplation of their neighbourhood.  



Across the street from her house is a single-level house decorated in hot pink and fuchsia, with a wild assortment of mythical trees, psychedelic flowers and solar images.  



La Lomita Restaurante

A few steps further is the busy La Lomita Restaurante, decked out in flowers and images, welcoming its guests to enter. 

As you crest the small rise, look to the left. Red Buddha Yoga & Wellness centre glows a ruby red in the morning sun, directly across from another multi-coloured, artistically decorated home.  


At the first cross street, a solitary woman boldly stands at the corner of a derelict building. 

She is wearing an eclectic mix of leather and feathers or perhaps tatty fur. What appears to be a World War Two pilot’s helmet is pulled tightly over her short hair, the goggles pushed up and away from her eyes. She has an oddly compelling face. Defiant, yet apprehensive, staring at something only she can see.

Don’t give up exploring when you come to the more commercial-looking buildings that are prevalent in the next two blocks; there is more to be discovered. A little further north of the pedestrian-only street is another home covered in a mosaic of tiles, glass, paint and poetry. It was a painstaking process for the young artist as she studied each piece before adding it to her creation.


Then there are a few of the old original wood homes with tin roofs, built when Isla Mujeres was a fishing village. We call them the ‘painted ladies.’ 

They resemble the Victorian-era homes with their intricate architectural details and interesting colour combinations. 

The interior-decorating business at 13 Juarez Galeria is another fun older building highlighted with orange, green, turquoise and yellow.

At the corner of Juarez and Matamoras, there are four beautiful structures: the terracotta-coloured Mundaca Real Estate office, the pink, yellow, and blue Café Cito, the wooden painted lady belonging to Tony Garcia’s auntie, and the hand-crafted stonewall surrounding the home of long time-islander Hettie Veneziano, who recently passed away.

Our current favourite is close by.  It is a newly remodelled space with a sky-blue wall, pink-trimmed doors and windows, and mango-coloured interior courtyard walls.  
Love the colours!
We don’t know who owns the property, but what a cheerful addition to the neighbourhood.

There are many more buildings with murals and amusing paint combinations scattered all along the street.  

Get out there and enjoy colourful Juarez Avenue.


On a personal note, thank you to the many readers of my new e-book novel, Treasure Isla, for leaving reviews on Amazon. It’s a huge boost to my energy level as I am working through the intricacies of the sequel.

A very happy and prosperous New Year to everyone,


Lynda, Lawrie, Sparky and Tommy


Happy New Year, everyone from Sparky

Or


Friday, April 11, 2014

Buy fresh! Eat fresh! Isla Mujeres, Mexico

On a corner near Salina Grande
Bits of worn canvas strung between tree branches shade a quiet street corner, allowing the vendor a bit of shelter from the sun and the rain.  

She and her teenage son have a colourful jumble of boxes and sacks set out on the curb; juicy oranges and ripe yellow mangoes, prickly fresh pineapples and large heads of green cabbage.  

It's a kaleidoscope of hues and shapes. 


At a speed-bump on road to Chetumal
In Mexico, it is very common to see fruit and vegetable vendors who occupy their favourite locations in the diverse neighbourhoods around the country.  A few years ago, we drove south to Chetumal, near the border of Belize and Mexico.  Beside the road, near the ever-present village speed bumps, we saw several vendors hawking peeled oranges, or whole pineapples, or pineapple chunks.  We stopped and purchased a bag of the pineapple chunks, tossing a few pieces into our mouths with great anticipation of the cinnamon-flavoured juices flooding our taste buds.  Cinnamon? Hell no!  The pineapple was flavoured with fiery chilli powder. Between yelling in pain and laughing, we guzzled water trying to soothe the heat. We have learned to be a little more cautious, but we still buy fresh produce from the street vendors.

Across from the tortilla bakery (Photo J. Ghog)
On Isla Mujeres, just a few blocks south of our house and across the street from the tortilla bakery, are two ladies who have been on that corner for as long as we can remember. Many people walk, cycle, or drive to this stand to purchase fruits, vegetables, and occasionally live plants for a garden. On the days when it rains, the ladies move their wares across the street and under the protection of an upper balcony at the tortilla bakery.  I have always wondered where they stash their collection of boxes, pails, containers and sun-bleached plastic tables when they are done for the day. 

Near kindergarten on our street.
A slightly more mobile produce stand appears a couple of times a year just south of our house in the wider area of the road by the kindergarten crosswalk.  This fruit stand consists of a well-used black truck riding low on its suspension, weighted down with freshly picked pineapples, watermelons and mangoes.  The enormous, juicy pineapples cost around twenty pesos or just under two dollars.  Driving non-stop from the area around Vera Cruz, the family members bring their produce to the island neighbourhoods with each new harvest.

Doña Florentina (Tony Garcia photo)
And at the northern end of the island, across from the Café Cito at the corner of Matamoros and Juarez, sits the lovely Doña Florentina. She has a very loyal following of buyers and of admirers who have taken her photo time and again over the years.  Dressed in one of her beautiful traditional huipils, made of lightweight cotton and trimmed with brocade-style embroidery, she is very photogenic. 

Doña Florentina sells more than just produce. A few years ago, Betsy Snider and Captain Tony Garcia purchased a few live laying hens from her. During the long, arduous trip from the farm near Valladolid to Isla Mujeres, the hens were stuffed into an old net bag that had previously been used for shipping oranges. When the hens were released at their new home, they happily settled in to lay delicious eggs, while keeping snakes, scorpions and assorted bugs under control.  "I loved those birds," said Betsy. Organic farming at its best; invented before marketing companies decided that organic farming was sexy and marketable.
Doña Florentina on Matamores & Juarez

At all of these produce stands, there are no best-before dates, no multinational corporation "Chiquita Banana" or "Dole" stickers on the goods. You won't find blueberries, cherries, or apples. The produce is regionally grown and sold when ripe. 

Pick it up, smell it.  Savour the freshness. And don't forget to eat your vegetables!  

Hasta luego
Lynda, Lawrie, Sparky, and Thomas


Lawrie, two two-dollar pineapple


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