Three hours south of Guadalajara and 25 hundred feet lower is the “City of Palms”: Colima. Voted 1st in small cities and tenth best place to live in Latin America by a subsidiary of the Financial Times of London, Colima welcomes you with warm soft air.
We arrived after mid day to a constant spitting of rain that added to the humidity but meant cool temperatures.
We checked into our hotel and headed down to the centro histórico. The main square is the Jardín de la Libertad in the center of which stands a cast metal kiosk brought from Belgium in 1891.
There are lots of choices for dining under the portales that ring the Jardín. We were drawn to the busiest place: The Preferida Restaurant, where the locals had gathered to watch a fútbol match between Mexico’s national team and the New Zealand side.
The menu is simple. Most of the standard Mexican favourites are here: a comida corrida for just 45 pesos, a few chicken dishes including a mole, four different quesadillas and a good selection of seafood.
We weren’t really too hungry so we ordered the enchiladas and a “Gringa”, which apparently is really just a quesadilla with some steak added.
I found myself calling for salsa as it really needed a kick
But the better half won the ordering lottery with her enchiladas. Smothered in the most delectable green salsa, these three chicken-filled corn tortillas had the missus moaning and groaning in ecstasy. She blessed me with a taste and I had to join the chorus
We washed all this down with a michelada for me and a chelada for her. We’re talking large mugs of beer with spices and, for her chelada, clamato juice