Fotografías: Lula Góngora/Antonio Carbajal.
Se llama igual que la isla de Todos Santos en Ensenada pero este poblado lleno de historias se encuentra en Baja California Sur, al sur de La Paz.
El sitio más reconocido del poblado seguramente es el Hotel California. La leyenda urbana afirma que este es el hotel del que se habla en la famosa canción setentera del grupo Eagles, cuestión que fue ya desmentida durante una entrevista a Don Henley, compositor de la melodía. Sin embargo, la antiguedad del edificio, el misticismo del desierto y el ambiente aislado, callado y misterioso del pueblecito parecen un argumento de mayor peso que las declaraciones de los integrantes del conjunto.
En el Hotel California se puede disfrutar de un ambiente muy cuidado en todos sus detalles. El restaurante, el lobby, la tienda de artesanías, los muebles, colores, la textura de sus maderas y materiales de construcción son algo realmente digno de admirar. En este sitio vimos la artesanía mas bella que hemos podido encontrar en toda la península. La ubicación precisa es: 23º26.930N 110º13.540W
Si eres creyente y quieres recargar las pilas espirituales aquí están las coordenadas que necesitas: 23º26.993N 110º13.529W
Te recomendamos ampliamente que visites, unos cinco kilometros al sur por la carretera, la paradisiaca playa San Pedrito, conocida también como Las Palmas que ya reseñamos en un post anterior.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"this could be heaven or this could be hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
"please bring me my wine"
He said, "we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "we are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"relax," said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
