Last weekend we went to Lake Chapala, the largest lake in Mexico located about an hour south of Guadalajara.
Posters hanging from lamposts proclaimed the celebration of Carnaval, the pre-Lent celebrations that take place everywhere from New Orleans to Rio de Janeiro. Chapala, though, had far more tame celebrations - they seemed to consist of little more than an artisan craft sale and a raucous mariachi performance.
Still, Chapala was a beautiful place to visit - far cooler than I had imagined, with its mountains tumbling down into sandy beaches that opened up onto a glassy green lake. I suppose, growing up near the Great Lakes, I had assumed Lake Chapala would be similar. But because year-round temperatures are far warmer here, the feeling of Chapala was closer to Puerto Vallarta than the Indiana Dunes.
(Don't worry, though, Great Lakes: Conditioned by your vastness, I was still surprised to be able to see the other shore from the banks were we stood. I told Chris, "Wow - the Great Lakes must be really big." She said, "Uh, yeah." Chris finds this obvious - she's a Great Lakes girl. Which is why she was so happy to visit even this smaller body of water on a Sunday afternoon in February.)
As usual, I took plenty of pictures.
|Lago de Chapala|