Tuesday, February 9, 2016

On the Trail of Los Chilenos

        Having been overcome by island fever,  Sandra and I are spending this week in Mexico.  In this instance, the trip is centered around a certain event, the four or five days preceding lent, known through much of the world with a Roman Catholic influence as carnaval.  

    Back in the Land of Bobby Jindal, carnaval is known as Mardi Gras.   On both the Pacific and  Gulf
The Author and Sergio, Art Restorer
coasts of Mexico,  most remarkably Mazatlan and Veracruz, it bears a striking resemblance to the famous carnaval of Rio de Janiero.  Or so we are told.

    In the Mexican highlands, there is a different tradition.  Dating back 200 years, to a time when the blancos held the high hand on most of the indigenous population, some of the uppity Indians in Xochimilco took advantage of a loosening of class differences associated with carnaval.  They wore masks and poked fun at their European masters.  Over the subsequent centuries, this parody has been refined, especially in the state of Morelos, south of Mexico City, to the carnaval of the Chinelos. 

    The word chinelos is derived from a nauhatl word meaning disguise. (Nauhatl is the language of the Aztecs, which is taught and spoken among their descendents.)   There are perhaps five pueblos in Morelos
Sr. Brady dice, "Jesus Christ!"
 where village revs up for carnaval with the chinelos being the focal point of the event.  Latter day Chinelos have a stylized costume comprised of a robe and a mask that imitates the European landowners of the 17th Century.   Apparently these guys wore colorful capes, pointy beards and tall hats in the shape of an inverted cone. 

    Being a literary fellow, my preparation began with a book, specifically the Lonely Planet guide to Mexico City, which includes outlying communities such as Cuernavaca and Tepoztlan.   Published in 2008, each year it becomes a bit more out of date.  In this instance, the book suggested that the Chinelos of the outlying communities made their way into Cuernavaca during the week of carnaval, thus sparing the less adventurous traveler the trouble of going to the small, primitive villages. 

    Before accepting this premise, I attempted to verify the information.  If I truly spoke  Spanish  and was
Our new friends, Daira, Samara and Japhet
 willing and able to call Mexico, I might have phoned the chamber of commerce in Cuernavaca, assuming that such exists.  As a substitute, I attempted to phone the Holiday Inn Cuernavaca using a number that I found on line.  I suspected that the guy who answered the phone at that Americanized hotel would speak English better than I spoke Spanish.  What I got was a central Holiday Inn number.  A man with a German accent was unable to connect me to the hotel, but put me on hold while he called the hotel in central Mexico and posed my question:  Does the Carnival occur in Cuernavaca and are the carnaval activities close to the hotel?

    After a modest hold, he returned to say that the person at the Mexican hotel said that carnaval did take place in Cuernavaca, but the activities were not walking distance to the Holiday Inn.  However, the hotel
Here comes the band
would provide transportation. He went on to say that he couldn’t understand the concierge in Cuernavaca very well, as he spoke with a Spanish accent.

     “Where are you located?”  I queried.  To which he replied, “I am in Delhi, sir.”

    So at this point we had information obtained by an Indian (spots not feathers) who was taught English by someone from Germany, communicating with a man in central Mexico who might not speak English very well at all.  And most definitely not with a Hindu accent. Perfect.

    Well, the rest is history and a couple days ago we ended up at a really nice little hotel in the historic center
Every Little Chinelo Deserves Such a Mother!
 of Cuernavaca.  By this time we had ascertained that if carnaval was ever celebrated in Cuernavaca, that was not currently the case.  Not even to the smallest degree.  To see the Chinelos, we would have to travel to Tepoztlan, about twenty kilometros from Cuernavaca.

    On our first day here in the City of Flowers, we visited the Museo Brady.  Robert Brady was an American artist of some considerable means.  He settled in Cuernavaca in a large home that backs on to the catedral.  He then proceeded to paint the rooms in bright colors  and fill them with art which he collected while traveling the world.  Hence, this large home has been converted into a delightfully eclectic museum.  The ante room to the master suite is the Crucifix Room, the guest bedroom is the Oriental Room., there is green bathroom full of ceramic frogs.  It goes on and on.

    While at the Brady Museum, we met two people that provided further information about the carnaval in Tepotzlan.  The first was Sergio, a long haired artistic type who was the only person employed by the Brady
Hola, Amigos!  Its Carnaval con Chilenos y Tequila!
 Museum who spoke a word of English.  Although Sergio had never been to Tepoztlan to see the carnaval (it just didn’t interest him) he had some useful insights.  It was his impression that the carnaval would be preceded by a mass which would end at 4 PM.  Following the religious ceremony, the Indios would pour forth from the church and head to the carnaval.  If this were true, we wouldn’t need to arrive before three,
with the intent of doing some sight seeing and shopping prior to the appearance of the Chinelos.

    A short while later, Sandra cornered two charming girls for a photograph in the Oriental Room.  Their father was pleased to have them talk with us as they were learning English.   At the end of our museum tour we joined  Daria and Samara at a table in Sr. Brady’s courtyard.  The girls, remarkably poised at 7 and 9, study music, piano and flute
 respectively,  in addition to English and they clearly enjoyed taking pictures.  Their father, Japhet, named after Noah’s son, was well spoken and exceedingly friendly.  Although he had been to Tepoztlan, he chose not to go to the carnaval because of the associated drunken, rowdy behavior. He agreed that this was most likely to occur later in the evening.

     In the process of settling in to our hotel, the Villa Bonito les Terasses, we met Mario, the owner and manager.  Born in Colombia, he grew up in San Francisco and Orlando.  He agreed that arriving in Tepoztlan later in the afternoon would be a good plan.  Further, he offered to drive us there and pick us up for 500 pesos.  This may sound like a lot of money, but the current exchange rate at MEX was 17.15 per USD.  One does not need to be especially skilled at arithmetic to deduce that this is less that $30.  To have this service provided by a dependable friend was almost too good to be true.  Furthermore, although he
Chinelos Dance in the Zocalo
 had not been to the carnaval, he was fairly certain that the proceedings would be quite safe and there was little likelihood of violence of any kind.

   Yesterday at 2 PM we took off with Mario driving us in his comfortable Nissan Pathfinder.  By 2:40 we were in Tepoztlan, Mario driving the back streets to provide us with the best view of the piramide.  This particular piramide is about 1,000 feet up on the cliffs.  mario invited us to wonder how the Aztecs, or more likely their minions, got the stones all the way up to the top of the mountain.  Nobody knows.

   He dropped us off with intent of seeing us back at the entrance to the village at 7 PM.  Before starting our site seeing, we stepped into a tiny restaurant where the hostess/ chef served quessadillas for 15 pesos.  We
 ordered two, but before she could get them out of the pan, we heard a brass band.  We ran out into the street to see a band warming up a block up hill and a family preparing their chinelo costumes.

   As the father donned his mask, his lovely wife was dressing their toddler.  At first he didn't like it, throwing off the headgear, but mama outlasted him.  As the band approached, father and son took their place behind.  Chinelos began appearing in the street.  Soon there were twenty or so behind the band, with young men holding banners leading the way.

   At this point Sandra was befriended by a gentleman who insisted on pouring her a tequila and sprite while exhorting the joy of carnaval and los chinelos.  When it became apparent that she was associated with a
Nice Seeds!  (This one's for you, Don, you dirty old Indian!)
certain hombre, he had his assistant pour me a tequila, as well.  We put our arms around each other and shouted,"Amigos!" while the redoubtable SKG took a photo from a safe distance.  No fondling these love handles tonight, bucko.     

    Sipping on our ersatz margaritas, we walked up the street with the band and the chinelos, which every now and then absorbed a new comrade.  There were thirty or forty chinelos in front of us and then suddenly there were none.  We looked around and listened, finally hearing some band music coming from the far side of a midway.  Walking through, we came to a balcony overlooking the zocalo.  Below were gathered between 150 and 200 chinelos and four brass bands.

    Before embarking on our journey, I had found a youtube video of the chinelos in Tepoztlan.  it showed roughly two dozen men and one child dancing a shuffling step under an awning on a dusty street.  Nothing
The Oldest Chileno
 had prepared me for this spectacle.  While the brass bands played their dancing song over and over, the chinelos hopped, shuffled and twirled.   The entire zocalo was full of them.

     Clearly the town has grown.  Our source in the pulqueria said that there are now 20,000 potential chilenos living in the puebla magica of Tepoztlan.  Its not clear if you need to be invited to be a chileno.  I doubt that just anyone can whip up a costume and join in uninvited.  It was clear from the divisions and the bands that there were four groups, perhaps representing four parishes.  And no parish was to be outdone by the other, either in noise of their band, twirling and jiving or, especially, endurance. 

   We made our way down and took  a bunch of photos.  One might have thought that the music would stop and the party would become less organized.  But it did not.  A band might stop for a minute, but begin again
Frosty the Chileno, Had a Very Shiny Beer ...
 shortly, and the chinelos danced and danced.  After about fifteen minutes,  Sandra and I took a break.  On the opposite side of the zocalo stands the catedral in a large wooded complex.  the church was not open, but the famous sign depicting the Carnaval de Teopztlan surmounted the cathedral gate.  This sign is made of attached seeds and is re-created with fresh seeds each year.  We rested, photographed the festival gate and then rejoined the dancing, which had gone on unabated.  We met an older gentleman, just donning his chinelo costume.  In by the dancing, I photographed a chinelo who had dropped out, albeit after half an hour of non stop dancing, to share a few frosties with his friends.  Cerveza Corona, breakfast of Chinelos.

   After about forty minutes, the ropes were let down and we were permitted to enter and dance with the chinelos.  We danced for a while, took some more pictures and retired back up onto the main street.  Food
Chinelos in the Zocalo Dance Beneath the Cliffs
booths, novelties and midway games lined the street for its entire length.  It was barely less noisy than the zocalo.  Even some of the chinelos had had enough; we saw a few walking the street, hat and mask in hand.

    Deciding that we had accomplished our goal, at a little after five we called Mario, who said he would pick us up in an hour.  Just as we were wondering where we might go for that period, a young man offered us a sample of pulque.  It was delicious, so we repaired into the pulqueria where we purchased a half liter of the pinon pulque.  It tasted vaguely of strawberries,  Made from agave and only slightly alcoholic, it was delicious.  and the peaceful pulqeria was the perfect spot to decompress after our dance with the chinelos.
You can tell by our costumes that we are Chinelos.  If you had a costume you could be a Chinelo, too!


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