Flowers and spring-like weather
Visiting the zocalo, watching people, buying a licuado and a newspaper, then going to one of the restaurants nearby and slowly sipping a capuccino at a sidewalk table at a restaurant on or near the zocalo, watching the pedestrian traffic flow, and letting the tides of the day wash over my consciousness, it not being important whether I was alone or shared the time with another expatriate, tourist, student or local. Cafe Vienna, Los Arcos, or another location, it really didn't matter which. The next best activity was to visit the market and enjoy the smells and sounds of the market, soaking in the ambience, buying some fresh papaya or mangos or oranges. The seafood restaurant on the second floor at the north end of the market had great shrimp cocktails, good sauce, fresh onion, fresh avocado, fresh tomato, fresh cilantro and lots of shrimp, and not very expensive. From December 1973 through May 1974 I spent five months studying and living in Cuernavaca, most of that time as a student or associate of Cuahunahuac, Instituto de Cultura y Idiomas, which at the time was being run as collectivo by its teacher-owners. I lived on the school grounds most of the time, and for a month or so shared an apartment at a property near Cortez's Palace that since has been converted into the Bajo el Volcan hotel. I made friends, learned some Spanish, and had a great time.


My classes at Instituto Chac-Mool
Rancho Cuernavaca Hacienda Style
Becca Jenn Fernando
Bridge over the Amanalco - only upper half showing