From inside the stables. The walking ring you can see just outside the door took more than a year to build. The decorations around the top, both on the inside and outside, are extensive representations of some mythic story – I forget which ones – but the pillars and this encircling ring are just amazing.
’04 Jan: Baja Coastal and Inland
Last update: Mar 3 2004.
Leslie and Julie have left NY, NY the morning of January 15 in a howling blizzard where for days the temperature had not risen above freezing.
By late afternoon we are lounging around a lovely hotel in Ensenada, enjoying the welcome Margarita and wonderfully satisfying chips and guacamole. Notice the man in the pool.
Our arrival at the Adobe Guadalupe found us with great sucking in of breath. The place is spectacular. Chugging along for half an hour on the rutted dirt road only added to the amazement.
I am going to copy in italics the Story of the Adobe Guadalupe from material we found in our room.
‘The story of this valley resort began with a young man named Arlo who died in a tragic automobile accident. Arlo was fascinated throughout his life with certain aspects of Mexican culture, from vineyards and serapes to Our Lady of Guadalupe.
Another view. Many many more views to follow. Here we are standing in the entry hall. Behind me is the formal living room. To the right are the owner’s rooms including a semi-public lounge with cushy sofas and chairs and a wide screen giga-channel tv. To the left is the formal dining room and the massive kitchen. Opposite are the six guest rooms.
‘Perhaps even then, the call of the Adobe was heard although it was years away from being built…
One of the colonnades leading from the main house to the guest rooms.
‘On a trip to Paris after Arlo’s death, his mother, Tru, believed that she had received a special sign during a visit to Notre Dame. Just inside the doorway of the cathedral, she saw an anomalous Mexican chair with a serape draped over it…
Our Lady of Guadalupe. There’s the radiating spokes and the boy holding her cape in one hand and her dress in the other.
‘Still remembering the strange cooincidence, she returned to Notre Dame and found that not only were the Mexican chair and serape still there but that they were now part of a side altar – dedicated to Our Lady of Guadalupe…
As well as the vineyards, the area is cultivated with olives and citrus. This is handsome – olives on the left, citrus on the right.
‘At that moment, the call of the Adobe was finally heard and Tru had a clear vision that she would end her days in Mexico…
We’re now going to town so stay tuned for more of the Story of the Adobe Guadalupe!
It’s a museum, ok. So we go in. There are a few dusty, rusty, musty artifacts from when the first Russians settled in the area.
We are soon shepherded into a back room where really the oddest items are on offer. Like 18 years ago they had bought some hair clips and string bracelets from the Five and Dime that was going out of business. They fed us undrinkable wine and the world’s saltiest cheese. And these olives, which were quite good (in comparison?) so Leslie bought a bottle. It seemed the right thing to do.
We go out for a sundown drive. Notice how the clouds have filled in the valley.
The ever changing views of this mountain range remind me so much of when I was watching the river back in Peru.
I can generalize now – take a mountain range or a river or maybe even a tree would do it, or a building(?) – and if you can always glance up and see ‘it’ and if throughout the hours and days the object changes with the life of the passage of time, then this experience anchors your consciousness to the physical world. The ocean is certainly one of these but it has to be a promonent feature of your daily landscape to work. It’s this whole concept that needs some work!
Doesn’t Fung Shui say have a mountain behind you and a river in front?
A break in the story for dinner!
Now, the winds blow through the pillars of the Adobe, cooling it with a technique from ancient Persia, and a person can look down over the vineyards of cabernet sauvignon and merlot. There is a sense of home here, an ineffable aura of serenity and spiritual peace that comes from a dream finally fulfilled. Come – feel it for yourself.’
So here we are now in this amazing story. Do! Come – feel it for yourself! You’ll be amazed too.
We are here only one night – hard to believe. The previous night Tru and Donald say we are welcome to hang around for the day’s activities which include the arrival of Brad Pitt’s Legs.
That is correct. Brad Pitt was in a movie doing some horse riding and what with his scrawny legs and all, the director used our friend here for all the shots of Brad Pitt’s legs.
He is a champion trainer and rider of dancing Andalusian horses and Tru along with some of their friends were having lessons, a bit of riding around, exhibitions and food and wine and lively music.
So we’re doing that whole confusing getting-in-line bit to cross the border and we have a set-to with the guy in this truck. Actually, Leslie advises him to perform some rather unnatural acts. Whoooow, was he M-A-D.
He threatens us. I take this picture in case our broken and bleached bones are found abandoned in the Sonora desert. The guy gets the Federales to pull us over. Leslie explains that ‘there must be some misunderstanding, sir’ and the cop just rolls his eyes and waves us on.
Julie suggests that Leslie make no further conversation with passing motorists.