Tepoztlán, a colorful and cozy town about 1.5 hours south of Mexico City, greeted us this past Sunday morning with its cobblestone streets and little unique shops. It is said to be the birthplace of the Aztec serpent god, Quetzalcoatl, and is popular for its weekly craft market – full of a plethora of handmade trinkets, fragrant foods, and live music.
With our hibiscus-water filled gourds in hand, we started the day with a long hike up the town’s sacred mountain called Tepozteco – a hike that was so extremely steep and intense it felt like an Olympic game (or maybe I’m excessively out of shape.) After stopping maybe 20 different times to catch my breath and chug hella water, I made it to the top of the mountain.
The view was more than worth the climb.
We got barefoot on woven wicker mats and began a guided chakra-healing yoga session. The sun was hot enough that it gave us all a little sunburn but we absorbed all the vibrant energy it sent down as we changed poses.
The session left me feeling recharged, balanced and relaxed.
On the highest peak of the mountain was an ancient Aztec pyramid that we all climbed after yoga – we joined locals sitting on top of the pyramid, who also came to admire the vast view in front.
After a terrifying climb back down the mountain with slippery, uneven rocks – which I’m still eternally thankful I made it down without an awkward fall – we all broke bread at a delicious lunch at Los Colorines. Every inch of the restaurant had a bright pop of color and walls were covered with intricate pottery pieces.
Later, we spent a bit of time exploring the street markets, the local cathedral grounds and enjoyed a refreshing scoop of Mexican ice cream.
Tepoztlan gave us a taste of a beautiful, small-knit community with a mountain that took us away from the bustling sounds of daily life in Mexico City. Even the ice cream shop was run by a family with an inspiring story. I didn’t want to leave, but it’ll be added to my list of travel faves for now.