19 May 2010

Report on Paseo del Chorro

I did not say that I was going to bike all the way up Paseo del Chorro without stopping, did I? I only said that I was going to ride the bike all the way up. I am not even going to look back because I am sure that I did not say anything about stopping or not stopping on the way up.

We are at the point where I am closing in on the first anniversary of my border crossing and settlement here. Obviously, we are going to start to recycle some things. Anyway, a quick review regarding the chorro area.

That Franciscan monk who founded the city in 1542, Juan de San Miguel, originally had it set up out where San Miguel el Viejo is today. Hence, that beautiful little church that still survives there. The problem was that there is no water there. None. Which made things difficult.

Juan de San Miguel's dogs discovered a spring-fed stream on the side of the mountain where the street in town named Paseo del Chorro is today. (That is the version of the story that I prefer anyway.) Friar Juan picked up lock, stock, and barrel and moved the whole operation there.

The Spanish word chorro means:

I think the relevant ones here would be “stream” or “trickle.” In short, the chorro area is the oldest part of the city.

At the bottom of Paseo del Chorro is the Spanish colonial public laundry, located there because of the water supply. The ladies washed their families' clothes there.

Across the street is the fountain that is still fed by the spring.

Here is the Casa de Sierra Nevada, which sits next to the public laundry and houses something or other that is important.

This young man is just starting his ascent of Paseo del Chorro.

Here I am after my own ascent ready to descend down Piedras Chinas behind me, which is no mean feat in itself.

“What the hell is this all about?” you ask.

It is about getting my legs back in shape. They are not bad, but they do need tuning. Everyone knows that the legs are the first things to go as we age. My theory is that if I can retard the deterioration of my legs, then that should retard the deterioration of everything else that normally deteriorates after one's legs do. Make sense?


Bloggerboy said...

I'm convinced that bike riding and stair climbing have saved my knees from an early demise.

Señor Steve said...

This is valuable anecdotal evidence in support of my theory, Bloggerboy.