My sadness for Chacala
Chacala
Following our recent visit to Chacala I can’t seem to stop thinking about the little village by the ocean. Eight to ten years ago when I first started reading a lady's blog that was being published from this little Mexican village called Chacala I was captivated by her day to day description of life in this far away place. She wrote with such a style that it was years before I was able to determine this was a woman writing. It was even years after that when I finally was able to learn her name and that was only days before I learned of her death. In all of this time I had but one desire and that was to one day visit this place. I did that during the winter of 2007/2008 when we drove the “tininthewind” some 1,200 miles south of the U.S./Mexico border.
It was as Andy had described it. Immediately on stepping foot in the community and walking the beach I felt that I had indeed arrived in the heart of Mexico and could experience the laid back existence of sitting under a palm tree, listening to the waves crash the shore, with my sombrero tipped down over my face while I contemplated what I wasn’t going to do for the rest of the day.
Now, on this visit, watching the trucks, bulldozers, and workers through the huge chain link fence I felt sadness for those who lost their homes and laid back livelihood because they were probably forced to accept this new progress with the promise that with progress will come a better life style for them.
I am immediately reminded of when Miguel met Michael.................Click Here
