By More Golden Years Mazatlan at Night
After walking around town a little bit we went into the restaurant. I guess they were saving this seat for someone.
And he was standing guard at this chair.
New paint and decoration along this back outside wall.
Bill talking with one of the workers. Even colorful back here.
A new oven replica and a painted parrot in the back dining room
In the middle dining room. Some beautiful tile work and interesting pictures and pieces of pottery.
Out near the front another mural.
Bill talking to Dr. Osuna.
“The driving force behind the town’s rural tourism initiative is El Quelite’s medical doctor, Marcos Osuna Tirado, whose ties to the area have been lifelong. He is a man of energy and innovative ideas who believes it is important to diversify the local economy away from relying solely on agricultural income. At this time, few people in El Quelite speak good English, but Dr. Osuna is encouraging the young people to become motivated to train as qualified guides, earn a little income, and practice the English that some are learning in the local school of 250 children. Dr. Osuna also manages to find time to practice what he preaches. He has renovated his own family’s historic Mesón de Los Laureanos to include bed and breakfast accommodation and a cantina-style restaurant that serves meals, snacks and the always-welcome cool cerveza (Mexican beer) amidst the flowering shrubs of his walled-in courtyard. Each room and bathroom has been distinctively designed and colorfully furnished. This is truly a man on a mission. To symbolize his passion for the community and his connection through several generations, Dr. Osuna proudly declares, “My umbilical cord is buried here!” The good doctor is not kidding. It doesn’t get more connected than that!” Thought this was interesting,
The front open-air part of the restaurant. No that is not a real horse.
Everywhere you look there is something interesting and colorful to see. The trees and plants are real.
Our table. Before you get your breakfast you get all of this. Fresh squeezed orange juice, Chips, two different salsas, fruit bowls, cheese made in town and three different types of creamed cheese.
And gorditas, kind of a sweet corn patty. I had scrambled eggs and ham and Bill had chicken quesadillas.
They kept us company for part of our meal.
The wall next to our table. The plant is real. The birds are painted.
Looking up into a very tall tree.
The decoration – photo ops – next to our table. The roosters are not real in this picture
Now he is different. Saw him outback.
A few of the tables in the very back room. The front open-air room again.
The arch leading to the street. Want to ride a horse?
On the arch.
The side wall next to the arch.
And back outside again. Ready to walk around another part of town.
And so tomorrow will finish our day in El Quelite. So nice to be there when it isn’t so crowded.
More from El Quelite – it is just such a neat town
Finishing up on our time in El Quelite the other day.
Remember I warned you I took LOTS of pictures in El Quelite. The town just begs you to take pictures of it. Everywhere you look is something beautiful and/or interesting. But promise this will be the last – until next time we go there. Many of the ladies carry umbrellas to keep the sun off them when walking.
The plants in this town are amazing. Every front porch has some kind of plant on it. Also many religious statues.
Lots of Christmas decorations too. A little waterfall, plants and candy canes.
A pink home with flowers around the door and a couple of nice ferns on the porch. The white door is a different house, it is painted orange.
Look at the cactus on the roof. And the TV satellite dishes.
Some of the bougainvilleas from the road construction in pots all over town. Most of the homes are quite high from the road, the river causes a lot of flooding. More and more homes have air conditioning now.
This is a new second floor, were working on it when we were here in the spring. Notice the “mother-in-law” paint job. The side upper wall is not painted.
Amazing display of weird cactus.
I love this one, really different.
See the little hummingbird. He was sure interested in that clump of gray fiber.
It doesn’t show up but this was a PURPLE house. How do you get your camera to take the true colors?
Pickup truck selling plants. He advertised his wares with a very loud speaker. He had just made a sale.
If you have a porch or front room you don’t use, turn it into a restaurant or store of some sort. Frappes and Raspados – kind of like a snow cone. Shaved ice with fruit and juice poured on it.
Lots of seating on that porch. On the main street the light posts have two flower pots on them.
The home of the first person to specialize in teaching little kids.
Coming home to this would have to make you smile and be happy.
Interesting use of color.
A bridge over the wash to get into their house.
We stopped at the grain/bean warehouse to visit with the people who work there.
That big pile just to Bill’s left is white beans. Corn and beans and don’t know what else in the sacks. The worker has a black kerchief over his face to keep the dust-out.
The ladies who work here clean the beans. They take out all the bad beans and the clumps of dirt, rock, and twigs. The bad beans go to livestock feed. The good beans are people’s food. The light-colored refried beans served with everything. They do this all day 6 days a week.
The lady in the pink apron is the supervisor, also her nephew owns the cheese factory. The lady in blue is sorting. On the corner of the table are a couple of bags – one with beans the other with corn. Packaged for sale.
Up on the awning working on something.
A few of the vendors in front of the plaza and church.
The whole building used to be pink and blue, now the front is gold.
A souvenir shop and upstairs a hotel.
A souvenir shop and upstairs a hotel.
They have a good crop of corn in their side yard. Up on the hill is a view point. Can drive part way to it then need to walk up a steep hill to the point.
Color everywhere. And every time we go there something has been repainted. So things are never the same.
Leaving town – had a great time there.
And so we left El Quelite. On to other things.
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