I needed to get out of the pueblo. Mexico’s second city, the only place I’ve ever visited with not three, not four, but five A’s in its name wouldn’t wait ’til next time! It’s only a 50-minute (420pesos/$22USD) Uber ride from Ajijic, but it’s the farthest I’ve traveled in months. I packed up my yoga mat, my exercise band, a pile of food, and a slew of other stuff I never travel with–three heavy bags in all and ordered a ride.
I checked into a birthday-treat Airbnb–a recently modernized one-bedroom with a relaxing rooftop terrace, just south of El Centro.
Guadalajara is HOT in April! It was too hot for short sleeves, so I broke out the tanks, trimmed my hair photo credit: Mona, and kept to the shade.
After 97 Instagram and WhatsApp messages, I was able to connect with fellow nomad, farmers’ market egg girl, and beer aficionada, Mona. There was no shortage of travel conversation as we ate and drank our way through the trendy Chapultapec Neighborhood. This is a good city for food–lots of variety beyond the outstanding Mexican fare–vegan, burgers, Italian, Japanese, Argentinean, and much more. Half the time hunger trumped art and I forgot to take photos. I’ll skip the pix of my empty plates. Instagram. And, this city has some of the tiniest cafes I’ve ever seen–some with seating for two–only two! Instagram
The art scene doesn’t compare with Mexico City, but I managed to find some Instagram-worthy shows. The Museo de Arte Raúl Anguiano, MURA is a minimalist white box with modern and contemporary artwork. Instagram
I stopped in at the Museum of the Arts University of Guadalajara, MUSA. Their celebration of local arts disappointingly had no female representation 😦 Instagram
A former hospital, one of the oldest and largest in the Americas, is now the Museo Cabañas. It’s a rambling neoclassical complex with a massive central building containing murals by José Clemente Orozco. Other galleries are scattered around and difficult to find.
Next stop: Tlaquepaque