The Best for Last!

Any old Mescal aficionado would know what was meant by "Down to the Worm". For those of you new to the term, the worm that denotes real Mezcal (similar to Tequila) is in the bottom of each bottle. So when you are down to the worm, you’re almost done. Well our time here in Mexico is almost done, as well. We will be home the first week of April, just in time go get ready for our Opening on the 15th. This has been a wonderful three months and we hope that by sharing our photos, you have been able to enjoy our experiences as well and serve as an incentive to go beyond "the borders" yourself. Following will be a most wonderful tour of the Jose Cuervo Tequila Factory and then on to a "Mixed Medley of Mexican Magic."

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...And now back to our program...

One hour West of Guadalajara is the actual town of Tequila. It is here where all the major production of Tequila takes place and Home of Jose Cuervo, the first distributor in Mexico. The best words that describe the Tour are, Elegant, Old Tradition, Classic, Precious and very informative. Now throw in an abundant, frequent tasting of their product and there you have it, Tequila, a true taste of Mexico.

The story of Tequila starts with the Blue Agave cactus, pictured here. It is harvested at around 7 years. As you approach the town of Tequila, the entire area is planted with this Blue Agave as far as the eye can see.

The hearts or Roots are harvested in the field where the long sharp "leaves" are removed with an ice spud like tool, then transported to the factory where they are split up into smaller pieces and fed into the giant ovens, where the water is cooked out of them.

From the ovens they are rolled on to this conveyor where the go in to a press, where the reaming sugars are pressed out and pumped in to the huge fermentors.

Here, special yeast is introduced and the fermentation process of converting these sugars to alcohol is performed. The next step is the actual distillation process where even more water is removed and the alcohol content is increased to around 38% or 80 proof.

From the distillers, it is transferred to these white oak barrels and vats where it will be aged and mellowed for up to three years. At that point is bottled and served for your enjoyment.

Now the Best Part. We were then ushered into these cavernous cellars where the actual ageing process takes place. It was here that we were offered "the good stuff" and served a variety of Tequila and were able to distinguish the various flavors obtained through the ageing process. Wait! there was more! From here we went up stairs for more tasting where we also enjoyed Jose's one variety of marguerites. Wow, the pleasant buzz was on.

A final drink and a little chat with Jose, on our way out and we were all ready for a refreshing meal, to take the edge off.

Right next door was the Famous Chalula Restaurant where we enjoyed a wonderful meal, more tequila and of coarse liberal amounts of Chalula Hot Sauce.

Through out the town, there were countless little shops offering what else but Tequila! and an amazing assortment of these reasonably priced, beautiful Oak Wood Barrels. Now how in hell am I going to get that big barrel home.

Lenten season is the season for Fish. The plentiful meat shops don't even bother to open on Fridays and make-do fish markets are plentiful. This makeshift mobile fish market offers the catch of the day. Most are sold out by noon so it is "the early worm that catches the fish."

I purchased this colorful dress in Mexico some 30 years ago and Barb still wears it with style and grace. What a woman.

This is the ocean side of the condo where we stayed for a couple of nights. Definitely not my style but the price was right.

The court yard of the condo. Just happened to catch this tanker in the right view.

Definitely the most comfortable bus that I have ever riden. The seats come to a near horizontal position, air-conditioning, a movie and a snack. Sure beats the hell out of the chicken buses that we have endured in the past.

This group of happy children and mothers were enjoying some kind of a card game right here on the street. They were all most eager to have their photo taken. Just another example of the friendly atmosphere that we found here in Chapala Mexico.

Sunrise on the Lake. Personally we prefer sunset on the water with Cocktails, but here it is sunset on the mountains so we have to be satisfied with a "Tequila Sunrise"

While taking a trip around the Lake we came to this little fishing village. The ladys that do all the filleting throw the fish carcasses in the water to these eager awaiting White Pelicans. These birds are huge with up to a 9 and one half foot wing span. Expert fliers, they migrate way up to parts of Northern US and Canada to do their nesting
This Pyramid shaped mountain is on the edge of our town and can be seen for miles around. It has been calling to us since we got here and we finally figured that after walking for one hour every morning for three months, we were in good enough shape to do it. Look closely and you can see a large white cross at the top.The climb up, which included many rest stops, was the easy part and the view was worth every step.

The little cross at the top turned out to be way bigger that we had thought. I can't imagine carrying all the concrete and sand up this mountain that was required to build this sizeable monument.

This cross which faces the West can be seen for miles.

This view to the West gives you some idea of the height that we are at. No more exercise needed today. I mentioned that coming up was the easy part. Going down was a bitch, very dangerous and hard on the old knees and ankles. Was very glad to get down with out injuries and retire on a park bench with several ice cold beers before moving on.

Just loved this shot of Barb on the way down the mountain. The vibrant red of these Bougainvilleas was certainly captivating.

Sunday Morning and time for Chicharonies. After butchering a pig they save all the skin and internal organs and boil them up in this big caldron full of the fat. This is considered a treat and they are usually sold out by noon.

Myth solved: at home we have the orange and black Wooly Bear Caterpillars. The stories differ as to how to predict the winter depending on how much black or orange on him. Well we came across these plentiful all black Woolies Bears and the temperature has not been below 65 degrees. So I guess that an all black woolies Bear means no winter. Bring on the Black Woollies ;-)

Another wonderful, fulfilling Mexican meal for two, with four beers $12.50 US. In the US it is impossible for a couple drawing Social Security to live on that alone. On this trip, we have proven that we can live "High on the Hog" and enjoy a lot of activities, and many restaurant meals as these blogs can depict, for $1,200 a month which is our SSI money. No wonder that there is such a large Ex-pat community here. It is quite sad that as great as the US is, we can't afford to retire in our own community that we spent our entire working lives in. They are predicting that this Ex-pat community here will double in the next three years and it is easy to see why.

These "street weavers" are a true tribute to patients and endurance. I can never look at their work again with out the image of them setting on the ground, for days at a time just to complete one of their rugs, shawls or wall hangings.

Now just how can we get one of these cute little horses home to our Grand Children?

Watching this old timer slowly make his way down the street, makes you hurt all over knowing the pain that he is enduring but he always greets us with a big smile and warm greeting.

This Old Gal came by our table looking for a hand out. I offered her one of our extra beers (we order them four at a time). She eagerly accepted and slugged it down in three gulps, before going on her way.

Editor's note:
As I was putting this last post together Bill called me to say he was back at the Holler and it was a balmy 44 degrees. So this adventure is over, but there are more to come. I enjoyed coming along for the ride. Pollywogg holler will be open for business as usual starting on Sunday, April 15th with brick oven pizza, live music and the best companions. Welcome back Bill & Barb! I hope you brought some spring weather with you!--CMC