Off to the Sun: The First Mission

Much as I love the historical aspect of visiting the missions, I have strong mixed feelings about the role of the Franciscan Fathers in California's past. It's no secret that indigenous people were mistreated by many in the Mission system, and San Diego de Aclala was no exception. Founded in 1769, it was  moved to the present site in 1774 for better access to water and farmland. By 1775 the Mission had so angered the locals that they attacked the grounds, burned the buildings to ash, and beat the presiding Padre to death (Padre Luis Jayme subsequently became the first Christian martyr in California - no surprise there)

In 1776, Junipero Serra (who took over the missions after serving the inquisition in Mexico by naming a few high-flying witches) took the site in hand, rebuilding it with a fortified wall to repel further attacks. He met with considerably more success, baptizing over a thousand converts by 1797, and expanding the site to include 20,000 sheep, 10,000 cattle and 1,250 horses.

image courtesy of Carol Squire

The Mission fell to ruin during the independence of Mexico from Spain and after the war between the U.S. and Mexico a few years later. Returned to its former glory in 1976, it was named a minor basilica (a church with certain privileges related to the Catholic canon), and remains to this day an active parish for the Catholic community. This little sweetie pie on the right was being baptized during our visit.

Image courtesy of Carol Squire

As was the habit of Spanish explorers, the bay of San Diego was named for the Catholic saint whose name day it was - Saint Didacus (Diego) of Acala - by Captain Sebastian Viscaino upon his arrival in 1602. Didacus, a Spanish Franciscan who became a healer during the 15th century,  was canonized (named a saint) in 1588.

The grounds of the Mission are pleasantly planted and the museum on the grounds is worthy of a stroll.

Old Town Quito

The Hotel Plaza Sucre manifests that entirely overused descriptive: charming. It's bright, quiet, clean, and filled with boldly colored paintings and sculpture. The best rooms are probably 201, 303--pretty much any room that looks over the interior library area--mainly because latecomers (there are plenty of those due to the late flights into town) have to ring the loud buzzer to get in. Walls are a bit thin, but these are really quibbles in an overall pleasant stay. The location in old town is right in the middle of everything. 

The top-floor restaurant  where breakfast is served looks out over the rooftops toward the winged Madonna that guards the city. The Madonna, which is visible from most parts of Quito was commissioned in 1976 by a religious order; Spanish artist Agustín de la Herrán Matorras built a 150-foot-tall (45 metres) monument made of seven thousand pieces of aluminum.  The Madonna may be the only one in the world with wings: it was inspired by the famous "Virgen de Quito" (Quito's Madonna) also known as "the dancer" sculpted in 1734, which now decorates the main altar at the nearby Church of St. Francis.

Ceiling detail from Inglesia de San Francisco, another of Quito's many churches

As deserted as the streets were at 11:30PM last night, today they are teeming with people, mostly locals. I stand out like a salt shaker in the middle of a plate filled with ground chili pepper--I'm that much taller. Also, next time I'll bring a skirt that covers my knees--I keep getting the "puta look" from women, the somewhat sour face that's the visual equivalent of "American tart". Here in old town, each building's street floor holds a dozen tiny businesses, selling everything from fruit to toys, pinatas to clothing. 

There are many hawkers wandering the streets--I take these to be country people from their style of dress and method of carrying goods, sometimes wrapped in shawls, or in buckets or plastic bags.

Finding one's way around requires an infallible sense of direction and sturdy shoes--I only have one of those two requirements, and spent considerable time walking in circles.

I couldn't find the restaurant I was looking for on Av. Junin, but with the aid of an army officer (there are quite a few of them about, as well as policia--the entire area is highly militarized), I found the Inglesia de Compania, recommended to me by friends in Cuenca, a town two hours by plane to the south. The exterior is ornately carved volcanic stone, but it hardly prepares you for the inside. I've always associated the Catholic Jesuits with a certain level of modesty, a theory blown to hell by this structure built between 1605 and 1745. Let's start with the obvious--there are roughly 114 pounds (50-52  kilos) of gold leaf covering nearly every vertical surface, all carved into a mass of phantasmagorical fruits, flowers, figures and curvaceous columns. Unwilling to stop with the walls, the artists covered the football-sized curved ceiling with yet more carvings and gold. You get the feeling that if you sat long enough inside, you'd absorb some of that richness. The sides of the church are lined with ornate altars dedicated to various saints including the local gal, St. Mariana. Overhead, a series of small round dome windows let in light; above the nave, in front of the impressively carved altar, a single large dome painted with saints floating in a heavenly blue background lights the front section of the church. This church is both impressive and inspiring; St. Peter's has nothing on this as a paean to the dedicated strength of faith of the many hands that created this magnificent structure.
 
Later this evening, I went out for a walk to parts I hadn't been to, and my unerring travelwriter instincts led me to what could only be described as a favela--a real shantytown with dirt streets. It didn't look like a good place for little old sweet me (read "target") to hang around, and I didn't think I needed any cd's or computer equipment--which the street businesses were selling at greatly reduced prices--so I turned around and walked back on the "street of schmatas", shops filled with ornate formal wear and other items of South American fashion.