Trip Oaxaca to Veracruz

Reluctantly we made our way out of Oaxaca, we needed to get to Tlacotalpan, Veracruz on time for the opening of the annual festival, "encuentro de jaraneros'. We would be traveling through the land of the Mechicas, also known as the cloud people in their native language. This road will eventually take us along the majestic river "Papaluapan" On a clear day you can see for ever, the green rolling hills and valleys make way for the Orizaba mountain. We stopped in the town of Cordoba just in time for an evening music festival at el zocalo. The local philharmonic and university band were having a serenade under the stars for all of its' citizens. We found this to be a very friendly town we searched for a nice hotel to stay. After settling in Javier wanted to look for his favorite tacos al pastor, unfortunately he couldn't find what he wanted. He did, however, find "tacos arabes", but he could not bring himself to try them in Mexico, a big disappointment for him, he felt that eating tacos arabes in Mexico would be a slap to his herigae, an act of betrayel
We began exploring the center of the city situated in the center of state of Veracruz but of more significant importance is the role it played in the war of Independence from Spain. It was among the first and most ardent supporter of Independence, its' citizens fought courageously because of the tremendous role, support and commitment it was names the"Most Heroic City" and as a tribute and recognition of its' importance it was chosen as the site to sign the treaty of Independence, "El Tratado de Cordova" and "El Tratado de Iguala" The signature's were Agustin Iturbide for Mexico and the last Viceroy from Spain Juan O'Donoju.
As was was reading some of this information in "el palacio municipal", Javier wondered of again. I climbed up a few stair to have a higher view in order to locate him which was not easy at first because he was in his element and with his physical characteristics he fits in; a spectacle Mexican, pudgy, grayish hair and balding head, wearing a kid's blue cap. But once I focus on a professorial looking individual talking to various citizens I knew where he was and headed straight to him, he spotted me and with excitement in his voice he exclaimed "" know where we are going next". Where? I asked "Yanga!" he repeated, " because of your studies on the ills of slavery in America you are going to like this place. "Yanga" I repeated, where is that? "you' ll find out". We continues our explorations until we were walked out we stopped in an "estanquillo" a small mom and pop store which sell small items at high prices we bought some junks food and drink, returned to the Hotel, I looked forward to my visit to "Yanga".

Stay Tuned for Yanga...