I love the land here- high mountains, very wild looking.
The tour was called Towns And Traditions (or, as we called it, the Quaint Villages tour).
These were no villages as I had imagined them. At most there were two or three buildings and a couple of houses. Which were built of (for the most part) scrap and cement block, in really odd configurations. This was not a tourist mecca.
This was not whitewashed.
They get water twice a week, and little to no electricity.
We stopped first at a family shop where grandma made tortillas and tamales for us, mom served the mescal, and the handicapped daughter made embroideries.
ANCIENT #1: (To daughter) Are you on Facebook?
DAUGHTER: Yes.
I wish I had gotten her info.
Then off to a straw weaving place where the family members made hats, mats, fans, and baskets; a nopal feast; and a wool weaver. I (who buy NO souvenirs on trips) was swept away by a stunning blue rug. D went to pay for it with his card, which kept getting declined (as did several other people's). But the weaver wasn't ready to lose the sale, and he followed the van to the port with us, where we were able to get the card working again. Success....
More in a moment...
More in a moment...
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