Snow in Mexico? Don't Be Ridiculous... (But Seriously, It Exists)

Mexico. Land of tacos, tequila, and… blizzards? Come off it. You’d sooner find a vegan at a bullfight. But, much like finding a decent bottle of Rioja at a caravan park, occasionally the unexpected happens. Turns out, Mexico, aside from being a fantastic place to escape the dreary winter for some actual sunshine, also boasts some rather surprising snowy peaks. Who knew? Certainly not me.

Now, before you rush off packing your skis and salopettes, picturing yourself carving down majestic slopes whilst sipping a margarita (don't try this, it’s a recipe for disaster, both on and off the piste), let's get one thing straight. This isn't the Alps. You won’t find charming chalets serving fondue. You’re more likely to find a bloke selling dodgy churros. But, if you’re looking for a unique skiing experience, something a bit… different, then Mexico might just be your ticket.

So, where exactly does one find this elusive Mexican powder? Well, mostly in the volcanic belt that cuts across the country like a particularly jagged scar. These towering behemoths, some still puffing out the occasional plume of smoke like a chain-smoking pensioner, offer a surprisingly decent amount of snow during the winter months.

First up, we have the big daddy of them all, Pico de Orizaba, or Citlaltépetl if you’re feeling particularly linguistic. This monstrous volcano, the highest peak in Mexico, is a proper beast. Standing at a frankly ludicrous 5,636 meters (or something like that, I wasn’t counting), it's guaranteed to give you nosebleeds and probably a mild panic attack. But the views from the top, assuming you make it without needing to be rescued by a donkey, are apparently spectacular. Just remember to bring oxygen. Lots of oxygen.

Next on the list is Nevado de Toluca, a considerably more manageable volcano just a couple of hours’ drive from Mexico City. Perfect for those who prefer their mountain climbing slightly less… life-threatening. It even boasts two crater lakes, which look rather fetching, especially if you ignore the persistent smell of sulfur. Think of it as a slightly less impressive, slightly more accessible version of Pico de Orizaba, like a Fiat Panda compared to a Lamborghini Aventador. Both get you there, but one does it with considerably more style.

Further north, we have El Chepe, the Chihuahua-Pacific Railway, which offers breathtaking views of the Copper Canyon, occasionally dusted with a festive sprinkling of snow. While not strictly skiing territory, it’s a stunning train journey, particularly if you enjoy staring out of windows and contemplating the futility of existence. Just be sure to book a seat facing forwards. Trust me on this one.

Now, don’t expect Michelin-starred restaurants and après-ski bars buzzing with glamorous skiers. The facilities are, shall we say, rustic. But that’s part of the charm, isn’t it? It’s a chance to experience something a little different, a little… unpolished. And besides, who needs a fancy fondue when you can have a plate of authentic tacos al pastor?

So, snow in Mexico. It’s a thing. A slightly odd thing, admittedly, like finding a vegetarian sausage roll in a butcher's shop, but a thing nonetheless. If you're feeling adventurous, pack your thermals, your sense of humor, and a healthy dose of skepticism, and head south of the border. Just don't blame me if you end up spending more time drinking tequila than carving powder. After all, when in Rome… or, in this case, Oaxaca.