My Paracho Guitar!
The selection was unbelievable
Now let's see which five do I want?
Lobby of the Hotel Melinda
The Hotel Melinda in Paracho“More than half of the population of Paracho is involved in the producing guitars. Over the years they have used manual tools and techniques that produce a ‘quality’ instrument that famous musicians from all over the world seek”, says the author of an article on Paracho. You can read the whole article on the website http://www.hechoenparacho.com/paracho.html The author has also compiled a nice set of photos on the website.
Upon reaching Paracho, we found a quaint hotel with secure parking downtown called “The Hotel Melinda”. They gave us a room with double beds and bath on the third floor in the corner facing the main street. Nice view, but the traffic echoed throughout the room all night. Fortunately, only a few vehicles roared through town after midnight. Being seasoned travelers, we knew better and would have asked for a room on the back side. Our tired bodies must have shown the wear and tear because we didn’t care where the room was located as long as it had beds.
Now the search for the perfect guitar began. We walk through about four stores featuring the local guitars. Found one we liked and started bargaining. They must have had two hundred guitars on display. One Chico started tuning the guitars I had picked off of the shelves and two salespersons helped me look for more. One salesperson claimed that her father had built the guitar that I had an interest. Inside each guitar was a label verifying authenticity and the name of the person who made the guitar.
The Chico played for us with a number of guitars so that we may gauge the quality of the sound. We had it down to two guitars—both sounded great! One was less expensive than the other, so being a cheapskate, I chose the least expensive. They sounded the same to me. At least an hour past before we decided upon the guitar of choice and a mandolin for Cindy. Yeah! I have my Paracho guitar!
Upon reaching Paracho, we found a quaint hotel with secure parking downtown called “The Hotel Melinda”. They gave us a room with double beds and bath on the third floor in the corner facing the main street. Nice view, but the traffic echoed throughout the room all night. Fortunately, only a few vehicles roared through town after midnight. Being seasoned travelers, we knew better and would have asked for a room on the back side. Our tired bodies must have shown the wear and tear because we didn’t care where the room was located as long as it had beds.
Now the search for the perfect guitar began. We walk through about four stores featuring the local guitars. Found one we liked and started bargaining. They must have had two hundred guitars on display. One Chico started tuning the guitars I had picked off of the shelves and two salespersons helped me look for more. One salesperson claimed that her father had built the guitar that I had an interest. Inside each guitar was a label verifying authenticity and the name of the person who made the guitar.
The Chico played for us with a number of guitars so that we may gauge the quality of the sound. We had it down to two guitars—both sounded great! One was less expensive than the other, so being a cheapskate, I chose the least expensive. They sounded the same to me. At least an hour past before we decided upon the guitar of choice and a mandolin for Cindy. Yeah! I have my Paracho guitar!
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