So we just returned from 2 days in the most beautiful Mexican city I’ve ever seen. Perhaps I’ve only seen a handful of Mexican cities, most of which are probably better described as towns, and so this isn’t a good indication of the beauty I discovered. Perhaps a good way to describe this city is ‘like a little bit of Europe, perhaps Italy or maybe Spain, but in Mexico.’ But then I’ve never actually been to Italy or Spain so I’m not a good source to confirm the similarities, but I’m sure you get the idea.
Alamos is a teeny tiny little town compared to Obregon. The streets are cobbled and the buildings are colonial. Everywhere you turn you see archways, tiles, trees and flowers. The city is notably quite clean. It’s pleasant and quiet like you wouldn’t believe. After chatting to some Vancouver expats in our ‘favourite’ cafe, we learned that it is a town that takes holidays, celebrations and parties quite seriously and also that it is home to many writers and artists. The locals were incredibly friendly in a ‘oh, you should stay here, my friend owns this place’ and ‘oh you should eat there, my friend works there, it’s better than that other place’ and a ‘oh let me take you to see that place, my friend owns it’ sort of way. Complete strangers (well, hotel and cafe owners) would ask to hold Mika and I loved it.
If you’re ever in Alamos, visit Teresitas Bistro. You will not be disappointed.
The super exciting news is that we looked at a couple possible wedding venues! These places blew my mind, quite seriously. Little cabins with massive beds for quests, swimming pools, yoga centres, organic food gardens, horse riding, bird watching, big BBQ areas, oh it was beautiful and now I just can’t stop thinking about them.
In typical (awful) fashion, my camera battery died after the first day. So here is just a glimpse of Alamos.