As much as I dearly love Colonial Mexico; the cobblestone streets of San Miguel de Allende, the brilliantly painted houses on the hillsides of Guanajuato, when it comes to nature, ”it’s a bit dry.” Particularly at the time of year I typically visit, which is the dry season. Getting out into nature means lots of dry scrubby shrubs, cactus, and crunchy brown grass beneath my boots. If one is longing for misty cloud-shrowded mountains, towering trees and lush green vegetation, there’s none more beautiful than the state of Chiapas.
But this time around, a stop in San Cristobal de las Casas had a different purpose. I will soon achieve my goal of traveling border to border in Mexico via overland transportation. I started out a month ago on the 22 hour bus from Dallas with a nighttime crossing of the “dangerous” border in Laredo, ending up in San Miguel de Allende. From there, I have taken the bus from Guanajuato to CDMX (Mexico City,) then the ADO (autobuses de oriente) luxury bus line all the way down to the Guatemalan border. But this has required some rest stops along the way, one of which was Oaxaca. San Cristobal was my second chosen rest stop.
I’ve visited Chiapas before. There is much to see here. The gorgeous Sumidero Canyon with its towering walls and abundant wildlife. The intriguing indigenous villages with copal-scented churches and women wearing hand-woven clothing indicative of their native village. The orchid sanctuary, and the old town of San Cristobal de las Casas with a vibe that conjures up flashbacks to villages in the Himalaya and old hippy haunts.
Last time I arrived in San Cristobal, I’d just been evacuated from Puerto Angel by Hurricane Carlotta. I arrived at Bela’s doorstep without a reservation, having only taken the time to pull up a list of accommodations on Trip Advisor before I stepped on the overnight bus bound for San Cristobal. I knocked on the door early in the morning, and as the Bob Dylan song goes, “Come in, she said, I’ll give ya shelter from the storm.”
Bela’s B&B is one of those places that ticks all the boxes for me, so much so that it was reason enough for me to stay over for three days in San Cristobal. The front door has no signage, so when you ring the doorbell, it’s as if you are visiting someone’s home. Well, of course, you are! The door swings open and the first thing you see behind the smiling face is the lush tropical courtyard filled with flowering bougainvillea and a colorful smorgasbord for the many hummingbirds in residence.
Rooms vary in size and price from two smaller rooms with a shared bath, to larger suites on the upper floor. But one thing they all have in common is the luxurious bed linens. Anyone who has done any traveling through Mexico knows how to appreciate this. Affordable lodging typically can mean thin and nubby sheets, and pillows can range from being so stiff they won’t bend, to a lumpy sack of shredded foam. But Bela’s linens are cozy flannel with soft, buttery fleece blankets topped with the Goldilocks of pillows. And the best part? It’s a cold foggy morning when Bela shows me to my room and points out, “There’s a mattress pad warmer turned on for you.” And my towel is hanging on a heated towel rack. Good grief! This is nicer than my home I owned in Atlanta!
Breakfasts are also a delight. Upon opening the door, I am warmed by the fire blazing in the chiminea. The table is set with fresh squeezed orange juice, a bowl of cut fresh fruits, whole milk yogurt and homemade granola, and toast with butter hot out of the oven. There are at least six different jams on the Lazy Susan in front of me. And then there is the steamy Chiapas coffee…
But there’s also a little known secret about Bela’s place. The smiling young woman, Teresa, who just served me my breakfast is also the most masterful masseuse I’ve yet to encounter, with the hands of an angel….a very strong angel. A ninety minute massage will set you back just under 500 pesos. That’s twenty-five bucks. For ninety minutes. A ninety minute massage costing four times that back in the US would be a bargain. The word I used to describe her massage was “transcendental.” I got up from the massage table after my first massage, turned and asked,”¿Otro mañana?” Si, same time, same place.
So why would one dedicate an entire blog post to a three night stay in one Bed and Breakfast? Well, Anais Nin said best, “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” And Bela’s B&B is a place I’d like to taste over and over again…