Hotel Mansion Del Cupatitzio
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May you be joyful
For no one, nothing, no mortal wound
May take it away
Joy arises from within
And yes it may wax and wane
But arising from within
It may not be cut out
So fearlessness is its companion
And delight is its expression
Enjoying life's ebb and flow
The pure potential in each moment
... particularly in the production of sinks and kitchen counters. Many of the vessels were enameled with beautiful designs.
Another nearby village produces carved stone. Although much of this is crude there were a few finer pieces. It was fun to wander through the many yards that were full of these items.
Patzcuaro has a fascinating “Centro” market. There were rows and rows of kiosks selling vegetables, meat, ...
... path was easy and mostly downhill? Oddly enough it was FAR less easy going back. I didn't notice how steep the decline was going down, but now that it was an incline...oh, I noticed.
Sweaty and dirty I hopped into el Burro, bought a bag of chopped fruit from a knife-wielding girl, downed a bottle of water, and cut a dusty cloud out of town.
9580km / 5953mi
scale broke...not a good ...
... of horchata. I really gotta do that more often.
Other than that, there wasn't much on display, and the main order of business seemed to be chillaxing...so that's what I did.
The next morning I stopped by the lakeside to check out the island scene. Isla Janitzio is supposed to be a really cool/fun island to visit, but the likes of el Burro aren't allowed on this land, ...
... dough. They each carried little pail that would be filled. With that, it would be easy to pat the dough into tortillas as needed during the day. Nearby was a stand with bread, fruit, carrots, eggs, and a creamy gruel. Michelle had some of the gruel and discovered it was oatmeal. We rolled down the cobblestone and dirt streets past wooden and brick buildings of Angahuan onto the main highway. The highway ...