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A lejandro Cota Maclis seriously look at the remains of his grandmother's garden, a nickel under-five feet of limestone and dirt churned At the back, lean vines like broken caryatids against a dilapidated fence of sticks and over a committee of vultures perched in the high green tops of date palms behind him, an austere limestone church of the Mission of Santa Gertrudis stands on a solitary centrally mounted muffler village.
Family Cota worked this piece of land deep in the mountains of the arid interior of Mexico's Baja Peninsula for six generations When the last missionaries left the village in 1834, the new independent Mexican government had legally secularized all missions countries last year for fear that the priests would be more loyal to the Crown that the new Republic, they handed the keys to the grandmother Cota, Ignacia one of the last survivors Cochimí the indigenous tribe that once populated the mountains and coast of Baja Ignacia center, Cota said, barely spoke a word of Spanish, but they told her anyway they also left him this garden, one of the most fertile spots of the earth Santa Gertrudis.
Founded in 1751, Santa Gertrudis is one of 27 mission built on the Baja Peninsula between 1697 and 1834 Although the colonists had landed on the coast more than a century ago, Jesuit missionaries were the first to establish colonies from inside the coastal town of Loreto, which served as the capital of unified Californias until 1776, they went up the rock column of the peninsula, the construction of stone churches and irrigation systems for elaborate gardens where they found sufficient water source isolated from both the colony and the crown, the Jesuits to rotate Baja in a realm of heaven, full of just converted governed by their god.
Despite this isolation, the oasis gardens are spectacular cross-section of plants worldwide known There were fruiting cactus mainland Mexico; dates, figs, pomegranates, olives and Eastern Mediterranean; coconut and mango trees transported across the Pacific of the Philippines; and an incredible variety of citrus species from Asia In 1714, the Jesuits imported grapes from the Canary Islands and planted the first vines in California in 40 years Comondú missions, Purisima, San Ignacio and San Javier only produced 4,000 gallons of wine a year, mostly for export to mainland Mexico, where it has been compared favorably to the wines of wines from the new World Europe aren t so new after all this variety, known misionera uva or grape mission, long gone extinct in Spain, but still grows on the Baja missions, but down the number missionaries are gone now, too, and the villages they founded are down, but still their gardens grow, farm time capsules of the age of discovery the Jesuits had planned to build an Eden instead, they built an ark.
Date palms in the orchard of Santa Gertrudis, presented three centuries ago by Jesuit missionaries All photos of Felipe Luna.
When Cota returned to Santa Gertrudis in 2007 after several years of study in the northern port city of Ensenada in the center of booming food scene and wine Baja, he found a single person left the manufacture of wine his grandmother, he spent six years working with her to learn old techniques, the sun dry the grapes, crush them underfoot, and ferment in limestone vats carved before bottling in 2012, he produced his first vintage of 250 bottles, sweet as dates and nutty as a port, nothing like modern Cabernets and Tempranillos he d tasted in the vineyards north wine country, Cota said, his diction both high and shy, is the same used for drinking Spanish wine, the wine drunk by the emperors.
A year later, in 2013, disaster struck Rains as Cota had never seen swept the arroyo and washed his grandmother's garden far as he returned to the Cota life and I leave the garden in ruins, part of clouds and sun blazes down like a blessing he turns to his broken survey land Bringing the mission and the garden to life, he said, with the firm conviction of a desert eremite, which is my mission is my dream.
Left The Church of Santa Getrudis austere mission is the oldest structure of the state of Baja California Alejandro law at his home Ejido Morelos The city was connected to the Internet last year.
In the last decade, the vineyards of the Valle de Guadalupe, just inland from Ensenada, transformed northern Baja annexe seedy San Diego to one of the most important culinary destinations like Mexico which Napa it is often compared, and most other New world wine regions, Valle focuses on the best grapes known in Europe, turning out high quality but relatively little adventurous, bottles of syrah and sauvignon blanc, with occasional tempranillo or riesling for good measure When I heard about the wines of the mission, made from an ancient grape otherwise lost the popular consciousness, they immediately struck me as a rare chance to taste something really new the great irony of the locavore movement is that it's given a whole world of menu near identical restaurants for wines require the conduct of deep hinterlands years away from the peninsula, but only increased their appeal two weeks on the road seemed a reasonable compromise for a literal taste o f the past.
I first heard of the wines of the mission shortly before reaching Baja in early January, but it was not until my first night in Ensenada, when I met the historian Carlos Lazcano, that Cota and Santa Gertrudis Lazcano come to my attention and I met at the garage cum office he keeps behind his childhood home, a Wunderkammern sepia glass case filled with bones and shells, ropes and carabiners and projectors, he is an avid caver, loose papers and piles of dusty piles of books, many of them written by himself Lazcano Every few minutes, he answered a question by saying: You know, I wrote a book about it, then slouches away to dig up a mountain paraphernalia explorer Sá anachronism it comforting at a time when the discovery seems questionable.
The California name, he said, first appeared in the Spanish romantic novel The Adventures of Espaldián published in 1510, and was used to describe a paradise island at the end of the earth, gold and laced Amazons ruled by it was first applied to a real place in 1523, when the word came to Hernán Cortez, conqueror of the Aztecs, that its vessels had found a pearl filled earth it very western end of New World Cortés set foot there out there in 1535, but take another 150 years to establish a permanent colony on the peninsula to the rest of the century, he sent ship after ship Pacific coast in search of the safe harbor for the Manila Galleon, who wore silks Chinese and Indian spices from the Philippines to Acapulco Dutch, French and English pirates followed, hoping to ransack the galleons Then came the Jesuits, driven by their own dream saint They built a classi only oasis towns connected by a dirt track known as the Camino Real, or Royal Road.
When the Jesuits arrived, the peninsula has hosted up to 50 000 people from eight different tribes, most of them nomads in the spring season, they went inland to feast on the fruit bleeding pitalla red and yellow and orange heads of the cactus in the winter months, they came to the sea, built fires, fired abalone and clams and mussels from the rocks, and buried them in the coals to roast the only remains of these ancient cultures are landfills Columbian called concheras dotting the coast layers of shells some of them 30 feet deep and 10,000 years white sunburnt and time, take a look through dirt.
Carlos Lazcano points on the barely visible remnants of a conchera just outside Ensenada.
As part of their spiritual mission, the Jesuits have forced indigenous peoples in permanent settlements, landed called reducciones or reductions, where they were introduced to the agricultural and spiritual ways of the old world's proven term be more literal the missionaries had anticipated when the Jesuits were expelled by the Spanish crown in 1767, foreign diseases had wiped out 85 percent of the indigenous population missions broke completely balanced lifestyle that had been grown here over the eons, Lazcano said, but I do not think they realized they exterminated the indigenous people when they realized what was happening, it was too late.
After Mexico gained its independence in 1821, the new government has done everything he could to repopulate California of the province at that time, included both the peninsula and the entire current US California by encouraging European settlers claim and exploit the Russian pacifists vacant land built small farming towns British companies have built silver mining and salt and sent whalers to hunt Cota oil, one of the people with relatively few roots really deep on the peninsula, a family history of this period, his maternal grandfather, a man called MacLeash, came to Mexico as Scottish slave on a hunting ship to the British whale floating on a hispanisized version of his name family Maclis He married the daughter of a Spanish soldier, part of a martial community stationed in the peninsula to protect When the missionaries missions were secularized, these families retreated to the mountains and started their cattle ranches descendants still live the old pioneer dream deep in the hills of Baja, far from the state of the families of the Mestizo mission as Cota s, continued to tighten their even gardens as the new independent Mexican state struggling to find his feet when the United States defeated Mexico in the Mexican-American war in 1848, California was divided into two Baja or Baja California went to Mexico, California or greater Alta went to the U S.
The states of Baja California and Baja California Sur are distributed along the 28 parallel and separated by a time difference of one hour.
As we speak, Lazcano has an empty bottle of wine Cota off one of his shelves outside his window, cars buzz merrily by on the highway Transpeninsular, the Mexican Highway 1, built forty years ago that the first asphalt road connecting the entire length of the peninsula royal road to a secular age food and wine and tourist dollars, capitalizing on sunny Mediterranean climate of the area and proximity to one of the highest concentrations of wealth worldwide As Lazcano said, the entire boom in food and wine in this area has its roots in the missions.
The next morning Lazcano lead me to the site of one of the last concheras little over a mound of soil below a new housing development, all white stucco windows and picture, pure Southern California recently as the early 80s, there were 120 concheras between Tijuana and Ensenada alone now, he said, there are 15 the rest was destroyed to build the road.
It takes a week for me to drive to Ensenada coastal village of Ejido Morelos where, Lazcano told me I will be able to find Cota on his new farm The Transpeninsular takes me south on brushy hills and broad valleys stung by greenhouses owned by the Berrimex Mexican agro-conglomerate and American buyer, Driscoll s if you are eating berries in winter, they probably come from here where the fertile north of steam, the road forks east in desert, beyond the distant cone of dead volcanoes and through vast fields of cirios a desert tree Seussian appointed to the votive candles in churches throughout the Catholic world, their slender trunks twisting madly toward the sky as the trails petrified bottle rockets I rarely felt Vee base maps deception not as clearly place this close should be so huge landscapes.
After the flood in 2013, Cota recovered vine cuttings of his grandmother and carried them in Ejido Morelos, three hours west of Santa Gertrudis and just north of Guerrero Negro, the mining town where salt Cota grew up and where his Scottish grandfather first landfall on the morning we meet, Cota tending an alfalfa field, which, he says, he will use to feed the sheep that produce the manure to fertilize a thousand vines, it s planted in the loamy soil behind his house, he experimented with a combination of new fertilization techniques and ancient winemaking resurrect the closest to the real tradition thing left on the peninsula, he agreed to take me to Santa Getrudis but told me that if I want to see an active vineyard, I will have more to go south.
A field cirios and cactus stretching to the distant mountains.
So the next morning, I continue after the Transpeninsular across the plains to the west and back into the mountains before reaching one of the largest oases of the peninsula, a vast expanse of date palms flared between the hills rusty at its center is the village of San Ignacio on the pretty main square, lined with colonial houses and shaded by ficus trees, I stop a breakfast of scrambled eggs and MACHACA dried, salted meat is a food of basic ranchero food in northern Mexico served with flour tortillas grilled Over a cup of sweet coffee, I asked the woman who ran the place to find someone who still makes wine, she walked over to home of Héctor Aguilar Arce, whose family, she said, made wine for generations.
I find Hector in the garden behind his simple story home, bent over rows of fennel and garlic and broad beans, cowboy hat woven straw points to the sun I call his name I push the door open and his slim, compact body starts immediately to the attention Yes, I am not boastful, Héctor Aguilar Arce Arces of Buenaventura, one of the first families here in San Ignacio, he said with a gargantuan smile as he's waiting there for me or anyone happen you know, I'm 82 god thank you, I have not and I diabetes n even take a single pill blood pressure because I work all days, every morning here at the farm, he gestures proudly to his small stamp coriander, basil and onion.
Hector Aguilar Arce, 82, tends to his modest garden in the mission of San Ignacio.
Aguilar is a farmer and a audodidact He plays the violin and saxophone and carves wooden sculptures at 75, he learned to carve stone, too, so it could help restore cornices in 18th century church the city three years ago, he said, at the age of 79, he climbed to the top of the active volcano Azufre, I told him I'd heard he did a dry wine and sweet he says I drink a glass every day it heals the heart her smile fades as he gesticulates ostensibly to the open strip of grass behind his vegetable garden there were 400 vineyards right here, he said that last year was the first time that I did not make wine.
I asked what happened, he shrugs Well, first there was the Jimena hurricane in 2009 that flooded the entire city so as the water began to clear, the Odile hurricane came, in 2014, I'm in his house, where he fetches a photo of San Ignacio taken from this place in 1965 the very arrow of white church rises in a blinding blue sky, the base of the church obscured by a San Ignacio vine canopy once all the grapes, he says when I ask him if he bottles previous vintages, it suggests that I'm just looking to side with his neighbor, a relatively young man in his late forties named Cipriano could have a little left.
He put a fire that tore through the village, erasing that the vines had survived the floods.
Cipriano, it turns out, had a few bottles of two years only, he said, that hadn broke t in the fire there was a fire, so I ask, incredulous He nods Sometime in 2016, the Baja addict town, like many rural America, a problem more and more with crystal meth got into a fight with his mother and tried to burn his house down, it has a fire that tore through the village, erasing that the vines had survived the floods He liked to see things and burning people running, Cipriano said was terrible.
Guerrero Negro firefighters and Mulege District capital arrived in time to save the church, but not to keep the vineyards of San Ignacio burning.
The woman Cipriano shows a house dates pulp board and queso fresco soft white as well here in the city of local sources who survived disaster accompanied by persistent cruelty of the Old Testament, I wonder if she knows other assignments where I could find vineyards You should go to San Javier, she says, and nods Cipriano I ask how to get a ridiculous question in a place with just a road to the south, walk, she said.
One of the last bottles of survivors of the mission Cipriano, the color of date syrup and sweet as the port.
Travel is the game chasing the ever elusive promises in the age of discovery, it was the promise of gold and riches to overthrow kingdoms and resources to exploit the missionaries wanted souls to save and a white spot on the map to build a city of God in the north, the pioneers of the nineteenth century were west of achieving great American promise of freedom and self-determination in a place yet unmarred by the European decadence in the 21st century we run out of land, so in America California, we have sublimated the idea pioneered an abstraction, becomes a quixotic quest for immortality by welfare and ruthless technological optimism of Silicon Valley promises as they have always been impossible All i want is a glass of wine.
Growing up on the East Coast and lived all my adult life outside the US I have never driven a long distance on the American continent, I love long trips, but I've never particularly romanticized the road, I'm not a poor excuse for an American.
But from the time I moved to Mexico, inexplicably Transpeninsular captured my imagination when roads in the US plow clear across the continent, asphalt monuments manifest destiny, the Transpeninsular makes its way through timid a landscape that has stubbornly resisted colonization for over half a millennium Even cities that exist there now Tijuana, la Paz, Guerrero Negro, Loreto cling to its edges.
I should have known that there wouldn t be wine in San Javier, but optimism got the better of me even without wine, I'm drunk on the possibility.
A left behind the building of the mission of San Javier right Guillermo Higuera raises guavas, olives, peas, lemons and pomegranates all plants introduced by Jesuit missionaries on a long piece of land behind the church of San Javier .
I reach San Javier in the early evening, driving in along the one there is the town road that winds down the Horseshoe Mountain austere cliffs and pass a handful of houses whitewashed on his way to a stone church spire phlegmatic few years, the government of Baja California Sur, the population density the lowest state of Mexico, opened the road through the mountains to connect the city, the second Mission California, the coastal town of Loreto, the first American tourists make their way along the peninsula can cross the travel day now, and they do, but not in large numbers, go home with Mason jars mango jam, bitter oranges, and dates.
As the Sunwell, I walk in the only restaurant in town, La Palapa, ask about wines An old man named Guillermo Higuera said he stopped doing it a few years ago wine but it still supports the olive oil trees on the huerta of it inherited from his father, my father lived to be 105 years old, and my grandmother lived to 125, he said, because they cooked their own olive oil and drank their wine Aguilar had told me the same thing these days, they both agree, people move to cities and die younger.
The next day I head to a pair of ranches near the city At first, Don Chuy says his vineyards all died a year before some unknown plague in neighboring ranch, Santa Isabel, a young farmer named Elvin told me half of the vines are dead too, but they were able to produce 50 liters of wine 200 vines, they managed to save I wonder if he is doing anything to keep the plague is spread to healthy vines shrugs just if I want to see the vineyard, he said, I could try Comondú I want to go some, somehow, that Comondú my luck will change, but time is running out.
This afternoon, Higuera shows me around the long family plot behind the church, he shoots small fragrant guavas and bright yellow lemons lower branches, pluck the sweet green pea pods curling vines, and opens a perfect pomegranate bursting with color seeds of a good burgundy fields on our way, we stop by an olive tree 300 years on the back of the church, one of the first foreign plants to grow on the peninsula produces yet in front of the olives every year of it, a family from the mainland poses for a photo.
The only grapes of the mission of life that we found in Baja grew up on the ranch Elvin Enrique just outside the mission of San Javier, the second oldest of the peninsula.
I leave Baja few days later, back home in Mexico City to La Paz, capital of Baja California Sur, in the same place where the first foreigners set foot on the peninsula almost there 500 years, j 've traveled more than 1,000 miles, from Tijuana in the north, where thousands of immigrants breathe secondhand smoke of the American dream as it burns to ashes through the wall of the border, in Los Cabos south, an exclave to wealthy Americans whose ideal is the foreign country where they can always speak English and always pay in dollars.
Cota and I talked a few times since, he's complaining neighbors Ejido Morelos lease their land to farmers of companies, he said, are essentially agents for Manifest Walmart Destiny is alive and well, I s said about worms red earth he brought California to American soil on his farm in Morelos more fertile and funding, it just started to get the Mexican government to help develop a sustainable wine cellar, it hopes to replicate one day return to Santa Getrudis Perhaps the combination of grapes medieval and modern technology can help to return to his native country something resembling its ancient balance.
He's said he hopes to produce its first vintage in five years, and when that happens, he d like to open a small restaurant that serves seafood from nearby fishing village, Barbacoa his sheep, and wine from his own grapes I think we're finally at a time when we're back to our roots, he says, I want to bring the grapes that my ancestors grew.
And I think that one of these days, I'll taste the wine, this time, I evaded California still has promises to keep humans are resistant animals.
Michael Snyder is a freelance journalist, until recently, in Mumbai, India.
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