Welcome to this week in Phoenix! Come with me on our weekly journey through the valley that spits in the eye of God and common sense. The temps were up and the air quality low as we said adios to August and welcomed September with open arms. We are in the home stretch of our sweating season, with about a month to go before the arrival of the only other season we get to experience here.
I had some really good eats this week. I headed into Guadalupe for delicious and cheap lunch at a place called Del Yaqui. I went with the chicken enchilada plate.
Guadalupe is a very interesting city. The city was founded in 1900 by Yaqui Indians from Sonora, MX, who were fleeing persecution by Porfirio Diaz. It’s tucked right in between Tempe and Phoenix, right in the middle of the Valley. The city has retained much of it’s cultural identity over the century. The street signs are are in Spanish and there are statues of Yaqui dancers throughout the city. The city went toe to toe with Sheriff Joe throughout the years in opposition to the racist sweeps carried out by MCSO deputies.
This city has some pretty awesome religious festivals, which display the unique beliefs of the Yaqui people. The motto of the city is “where three cultures flourish”, and is home to one of the oldest churches in Arizona. Our Lady of Guadalupe was constructed in 1914 which was only two years after Arizona became a state.
When I think of what makes America special, it’s places like Guadalupe that I think of.
Switching gears a bit, I ended up spending quite a bit of time in north Scottsdale this week. It’s a pretty bland place. This is about as much. The food is expensive and not as good as other parts of the valley. About half the people are shitheads, and on the weekends the place turns into one big frat party. The most color you’ll see is at the local Lambo dealership.
Ended the week hanging out in te Grand Avenue arts district. This place was pretty scary until the artists moved in. I used to go to hardcore shows at a venue in the area back in highschool. Now it’s cafes, studios, and high end hispter stores. There is this little guy sitting smack dab in the middle of the arts district.
That’s it for this week. Shout out to our brothers and sisters in Mexico, the Caribbean and Florida who will be dealing with some shit in the following weeks. Godspeed.