Day 230 – Unpronounceable (Valladolid)

Location: Valladolid, Mexico

Date: Saturday, May 28, 2011

I cannot say “Valladolid.” Oh, I know how it’s pronounced (Vaya-doe-lid). I just can’t remember the word without looking at it. Vadallolid?

Which is unfortunate because Vallalad is a nice, quaint town. It lacks the rich cultural scene of Merida, but it makes up for it with small town charm. Furthermore, it serves as a less touristed base to visit the surrounding ruins (foremost: Chichen Itza) and cenotes (sink holes).

The streets are richly colored. There’s even a historic monastery that happens to share the name of the largest county in the United States (San Bernardino, if you care). Much like Guanajuato, Valadollid has chosen to douse its historic street in garish colors. Against the unreal jungle blue sky, it works.

Regardless of whether you can remember Valladolid’s name, it’s a nice escape from the hordes of tourists that have taken over Cancun, Playa del Carmen, and to a lesser extent, Merida. You’ll see your fair share of gringos but you’ll still feel like you’re in Mexico and not in a Texas border town.

One suggestion: Take in the city in the early morning or late afternoon. Everything looks prettier when you’re not soaked in your own tropical filth.

GALLERY: No bonus pictures today.