|Saint Jerome Church in Tlxoxhahuaya, Mexico.|
Yesterday was a wonderful day, filled with visits to churches (of which I am only writing about one), a Sunday Indian market and the ruins at Mitla. I was enchanted with St. Jerome in Tlxoxhahuaya, a 16th century Dominican painted church, with gold altarpiece and the most decorative, eccentric organ I've ever seen - note the golden faces on the pipes. The ornamentation in this church is both naive and sophisticated. So unlike the churches in Rome, Siena, Naples and Venice. Far less formal, maybe? A freer hand was given here, perhaps, so far away from Spain? Or was it the blending of Spanish and indigenous cultures?
"I'll get a swig of Pepto too," I said to Earl. Something I'd eaten earlier in the day? An unhappy gut even before arriving in Mexico?
Lucky for me that I needed a swallow of Pepto, because I found, on the bathroom cabinet shelf, my two hearing aids, forgotten after an afternoon shower. I'd not have been happy on this week long trip without these new hearing aids. I am in with love them. They make Earl happy too, as I make far fewer requests to repeat or enunciate. I recount this story about returning home for an iPhone, because it seemed as if the universe stepped in on my behalf. Intuition and synchroncity at work. I flew out of Houston with iPhone, hearing aids and a settled stomach.
|Pool at Oaxaca Real. Dining patio above.|
We settled in and then so did hunger and fatigue. Dinner was imperative, so we headed out to a restaurant he'd read about on-line.
|Cathedral Restaurant, very red and somewhat pretentious.|
Or was I simply tired and overly conscious of the speed of the servers and the numbers of white plates set before me? Enough.
No electrical outlets near our bed so no sleep machine on Sunday night. When we opened the draperies early on Sunday morning to survey the pool, the left door hinges came undone, making the glass door list dangerously. Earl went to the front desk to ask both for an extension cord for the sleep machine and for a door hinge repair.
Then at breakfast, we indulged in hot chocolate and a buffet with papaya and melon slices, scalloped potatoes, spaghetti of sorts? and scrambled eggs.
|Mexican hot chocolate for breakfast.|
Our first stop was at Saint Jerome Church, at which I was transfixed. The painted walls and ceilings were so unexpected and the gold embellishments over the carved wood were over the top.