You have to take a road with mountains and narrow roads to get there. You will see cactus, sand and a lot of green while you go up and down the hills to get to the final destination… Xilitla. A long time ago, my sister read in a magazine about the most fantastic places you have to go in Mexico, Xilitla was one of them. What caught my attention were -of course- those deranged paintings rendered with cement in a place inside San Luis Potosí, Mexico. A wealthy english man called Edwards James gave Mexico a surreal village in the jungle. Apparently, this man was a painter who was leaning towards the surreal art and when he reached the Mexican jungle, he fell in love with it and decided to paint there, but he didn't use a brush. So, without more, Xilitla became for a couple of years a place I MUST visit. And when I did, I loved it.
We went a big group. Two cars, ten people (too many, I would say, but at the end a good group) and a camping tent, too big to fit ten foolish kids eager to travel. We didn't plan it too much, we just went there (one of the many reasons why I like the trip) and we arrived to a starry sky, a paved road, the sound of the water at our back and a soft grass to lay our heads and rest.
When I enter to that surrealist city I couldn't just see to an specific point, I had to see everything, y there are many things to see. From nature to that drug's ode that someone built. Entering to Xilitla is like entering for a moment to a weird dream, a movie, a Dalí painting. Is climbing a stair to heaven and never go down.
In that dream you find a waterfall and there is also a pool with rock slide that nature took care in making. The water is ice cold but it worth going inside it because swimming in a place like that makes you feel free.
We decided to see more and we went to the waterfalls of Tamul, with the intention of getting up early the next day and see the basement of the swallows. The road was dirt, the cars ended dusty but we made it, we arrived. In the flow of the river we saw men in canoes. We "rented" one to a man named José. He was funny.
José was in the back and we all took turns to help him and row. Other people that pass near us in their canoes throw us water and we made a "Water war", it was a fun tack, with laughs, lots of laughs. We arrived to the waterfall, you cannot go really near it but is still worth to see it if you went there al ready… The waterfall is impressive, with 105 meter high. It has rocks everywhere and green, green, green. I sat on a large stone for few minutes and watched it from the far. I listened as the water fell and then to Jose, saying it was time to return.
Now, the best part of that "Pirate" journey: While we paddled back we saw how people jump off the canoes and began to swim. Everyone in my canoe did, except me and a couple more because we had to help Jose. And I am gald I didn't because we went faster. Where? I don't know exactly where, It was like a "cenote" (natural well). A cave with sky blue/turquoise water. Beautiful. Nobody was swimming when I arrived there. It was alone. And I jumped. It was at least one minute the time I could enjoy it by myself. Just me swimming inside a cave in the middle of nowhere. And I felt peace.