Mexico // Las Pozas Azules
By the way.
This post is closely related to the Taxco one, because we visited it right after we left that spectacular little town.
I could have put them both into one, but their unicity (and the worrying amount of available media I had 😂) deserved two dedicated blogs.
How could such a wonder have formed naturally?
And with a depth of 11 meters? (36 feet, for my beloved American readers).
But let’s start from the beginning.
When we were in Taxco, we asked some locals what to do with only one afternoon available. Almost all of them directed us to Las Pozas Azules.
They said it was so worth it, that we decided to go without even looking it up. (sometimes it ruins the surprise, I swear).
We left. And the moment we got there, the same exact thing that happened in Taxco, occurred again.
“Estacionamiento?”
”Si!”
This woman (around 65 years old) started sprinting with broken flip-flops towards the parking spot. But this time, we stopped her. We had to.
Look:
She couldn’t believe we allowed her in our car. She kept thanking us, and every time I turned to look at her to engage in conversation, she was smiling and moving as little as possible.
I wonder if I and Andreas have been the first to offer a ride to her.
But anyways, there she is:
We drove for as little as 5 minutes, and we were going through a town made up of five houses tops. We could hear children laughing, chickens clucking, and far away voices enjoying.
They were definitely coming from the Pozas.
These people really had close to nothing. They must be relying on tourists like us, I was thinking. But nonetheless, the sensation of serenity that pervaded the town was just palpable.
Look at this family, as free as the wind. (That’s our car, a Ford Figo)
After parking, we started walking toward our destination.
Pozas 1/2
Las Pozas Azules is a congregation of little falls and natural swimming pools that climb up a beautiful path. There are four of them, and they kept getting better as we made our way from the first to the last.
Here we were right after the second, and I had to stop to take a video.
Pozas 3/4
Our excitement started to grow as we kept walking up.
I’ve never seen Andreas that excited since the beginning of our trip.
You know that feeling when you are so excited that you need to get it out of your body?* Well, when that happens, screaming is a good outlet. Or running. Which is what I started to do!
*It happens to me when I am about to meet my girlfriend after months we don’t see each other.
Sorry, little parenthesis. Back to us.
Something interesting (and unexpected, honestly) is that as we were making our way up, we encountered a few locals but no tourists at all.
We then discovered that this place was kept quite hidden because they wanted to preserve its natural, untouched, sincere beauty.
These are some of the views we went through as we were about to reach Poza number 4.
The more we walked, the nearer a distant waterfall sound seemed to us.
We knew something great was coming.
Suddenly, as we emerged from behind a rock, THIS opened up in front of our eyes.
People dove and swam inside Pozas, and despite we had no towel or swimming suit, we did not think twice.
It was 11 meters (36 feet) deep! 😅
We obviously dove, and the water was so warm, too.
The color was incredible. Locals were telling me that it’s due to the mineral rocks that host the water. It seemed like someone poured colorant into it.
We creatively (let’s just say that) managed to stay dry as we descended toward our Ford Figo.
A long ride home was waiting for us.
When we got to it, locals were cutting wood. I asked why, and they replied with a tone that made me sound like I was stupid:
“Para que podamos cocinar tortillas"!"
Of course, tortillas. Of course 🤦🏼♂️
Before heading back, we recharged our Pass that allowed to even get there in the first place.
If you don’t know what happened, take a look at this post. It’s a pretty funny story. 😂
This is us with the Pass. The Pass. I capitalized it for a reason. The most important component of our trip. I still have it with me.
The way back was filled with music, an incredible sunset, and I and Andreas getting lost in talking.
At that moment, I felt like I did not want to have any control over what was happening to me.
I had no idea why I picked Mexico for that trip, why that day, why Taxco and Las Pozas Azules.
Why me?
But I didn’t care because it felt so right.
It’s like I knew that that’s where I was supposed to be, and I let that night carry me anywhere it wanted.
