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
... overlooking the town of Patzcuaro on a lake by the same name. In the center of the lake is a small island where there is a village of about 400 people. It is popular with tourists and travelers. Many of our group took a day to go there by boat and walk around the village and visit the unique historic monument at the top of the hill. Pleading the need to take a break, Larry and I decided not to go on this one.
Patzcuaro is known for ...
... 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 ...
... as there was a Semana Santa crowd still.
I pulled in at sunset, found a cheap room, and wandered the bustling market square looking for food. For some reason I tend to avoid street-stall food, but every time I do partake, I love it. Tonight was one of those nights. For about $2 I had a full plate of perfectly seasoned and grilled carne asada, tacos, quesadillas and a ...
... 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 ...