Tlacotalpan: colors on the river

January 27, 2020

Our third day we headed out of town. Two and a half hours south-west of Veracruz is the colorful little riverside town of Tlacotalpan, which Dad never did successfully learn to say.

The center park was lovely, with a colorful pavilion surrounded by trees and flowers.

The church at the edge was a wonderful sky blue. We took a peek inside, and found it wasn't entirely gold leaf like some altars are. I thought it was very dignified.

Painted on the pillars next to the pews- you don't need a cell phone to talk with God.

A stroll down the street revealed every house or storefront painted a different color of the rainbow. It was a lovely effect. A big annual festival is starting in a couple days so lots of paint was getting touched up and lawns were being mowed.

After finding lunch at a restaurant with a riverfront view, we went and talked to one of the guys asking if we wanted a boat ride. We accepted the terms, and took a spin up the river.

The houses from the water were just as pretty, and we got to hear some of the history of when they were built (some 200 years ago) and about the festival coming up which includes a water parade.

Our personal tour guide for the afternoon. I understood maybe 70% of what he was telling us.

The view back at town from out on the water.

Our lunch spot was the orange one.

Our captain with his boat, Ninfa Elvira.

And finally, this gem was parked on the street. I did a whole post about slugbugs when I was traveling before, and this one would have fit right in. Dolled up with a megaphone off each side and a giant speaker in the middle. Amazing.