In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures
Pachuca, Hidalgo, Mexico
“Many years ago, this place was called the Villa Rica de Segovia,” Jon man answered. “Personally, I liked that name and liked it well enough. The Paisa founders christened the town with that name back at the end of the XIXth Century. Later, for some reason I don’t recall, they decided to call it, simply, Segovia. What do you think about that? So, the fact is that time went by, as it always does. Somewhere during the beginnings of the past century, this region was taken in by the French culture and if influence could be seen in most of the Paisa culture. That was when it was named Marsella.”
Jean Marie thought of his sketch pad and his pens with the assorted colors. All that had stayed behind in his hotel, inside his bag that he carried as a day pack. I had them with me when I got off the bus, he thought for himself, so many landscapes on the way over. That bus was going so fast, and the scenery just kept on changing so quickly.
“I really like this town and its fascinating history, but now, with your permission, Don Jon Jairo, I must make way back to my hotel. I would like to pick up my sketching materials to draw some of these houses and buildings…”
Laughing to himself, he thought: I would have loved to stop that bus, almost on every single curve of the road, drawing each of those landscapes we went through, but in that case, we would still be just a few kilometers from Medellin today!
“Please, be my guest and feel free. I’ll see you later. I want to take you to visit our cemetery. It’s quite unique, and we pride ourselves on considering it as a cultural monument. It has a special significance for me. Enjoy your afternoon and may do a lot of drawings,” he finished saying goodbye as he also got up from the bench.