El Quelite (which translates as among other things, amaranth, which we saw growing in the fields beside the road on the way up there) is a colonial town about 45 minutes northeast of Mazatlán. Our friends Cliff and Lynne on s/v Taya have recently acquired a car, and the four of us went up there for a day trip yesterday.
It's a very pretty little town:
Several of the houses had cactus growing out of their tile roofs. I have no idea how cactus manages to get a toehold on tile, but apparently it can.
This little store had a lot of very nice handicrafts - of course we have nowhere to put that sort of thing on the boat, but it was fun to look. They also sell corn ("comida para gallos" on the white notice posted on the wall)
Outside of the store, we saw these guys riding by.
Later, they posed for us with some friends.
There's a pretty little church
which had some lovely painted carvings inside
Judging from the number of ribbons on this guy there must be a rather large Lebanese-Mexican population in El Quelite. The statue is St. Charbel. The ribbons are expressions of gratitude and prayer requests, which the google tells me is a tradition with Lebanese origins.
We had an excellent (and very large) lunch at El Meson de los Laureanos. The restaurant has a very pretty courtyard,
which had a mural of the street in front of the restuarant on one wall
We walked around town a bit after lunch. There were a lot of chickens in the riverbed beside the restaurant and in various places around the town
including some really spectacular looking roosters
There were also a few turkeys.
As we were headed out of town, we saw a tree with what looked like very small oranges on it. Lynne got out of the car to ask what they were, and the guy whose house it was insisted on picking a big bag of them and giving them to us. He wouldn't take any money for them - Lynne finally convinced him to take 10 pesos for the bag he put them in. They were some sort of sour orange - the man told us that they'd make really good agua fresca. I juiced a few and mixed the juice with seltzer, sugar and vodka for a sour orange screwdriver. It was delicious.
Across the street from the orange tree I saw these downspouts - notice the iguanas?