Halachó Municipality (In the Yucatec Maya Language: “Place of the giant reed or rat hurdle”) is one of the 106 municipalities in the Mexican state of Yucatán containing (671.91 km2) of land and located roughly 68 km southwest of the city of Mérida.
The area belonged to the chieftainship of Ah-Canul the mid-fifteenth century and after the conquest was designated as an encomienda to Gaspar Pacheco in 1549. In 1644 the encomedero of Halachó was Juan Quijada Rosado, but in 1659 it had been taken over by Cristóbal de Contreras by virtue of his marriage to Francisca Dorantes Solís, who belonged to an influential family. In 1700, the encomendero was Jacinto de Almeida, but by 1740 the Doña Ignacia del Castillo y Solis was in possession of the encomienda Halachó. with the charge for 168 Indians. It then passed to Don Pedro Cepeda y Lira.
In 1821, Yucatán was declared independent of the Spanish Crown. In 1825 the area was part of the Camino Real Bajo, with its headquarters in Hunucmá. By 1875, Halachó was elevated to the category of a town, but by 1921 it was reclassified as a village. Since 1910, the town of Halachó has contained two peoples, those who descend from Cepeda and those who descend from Cuch Holoch.
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