Mazamitla - Getting there!

Saturday and Sunday were unventful, save for the return of Ken, out of the hospital after his successful  operation. He was very satisfied of the care and attention he received; and the cost seems to be very reasonable compared to the US costs. Let hope his insurance will pay him back.

Monday seemed to be as good a day to do some exploring around. Someone had suggested the mountain town of Mazamitla, in the Sierra del Tigre. This town of 12,000 or so inhabitants, looks a bit like a Swiss one... so they say. It is a Pueblo Mágico, meaning "Magic City", "[...]'magic' in its social and cultural manifestations, with great opportunities for tourism.[...]

Of course, we choose the direct way, via the mountains, not knowing we will be travelling 30 kilometres on a road in construction.
But traffic was light and we also had to deal with:
We make it to Mazamitla... but we know we will pickup a different route to return. Not that the scenery was simply fantastic, but the stress of driving was pretty high...

It is Monday, the day after Sunday... meaning, still quite a few people extending their week-end. We go to the church and enjoy the place as it is beeing scrubbed clean for the day.

Louise gets additional instructions on what to do next from a local.I am not sure what she learned, as we slowly walk the busy streets and enjoy the crowd. We go to the market; there are many stalls, selling everything that one could find in a department store.

People are so nice, they want to sell their wares, but do so in very pleasant and polite way.

I found a number of 'photo op', but I cannot resist sharing this one below now... Not Victoria Secret, but Mexican women sure like color!

We are tired. I t was a long drive and we had been walking for a few hours now. Time for lunch, in a new American style Chicken fast food chain, El Pollo Pillo, the 'Shrewd Chicken". For M$70, we get a 1/2 roasted chicken, tortillas, sauces and two XX cervezas! Your budget goes a long way here!

We know we are missing 99% of the great things to do here, like visiting the "Bosque Natural" or go to the "Miradors" to enjoy the scenery.

We learn, slowly, that getting where you want to be is always longer than you can ever plan, that there is always more to do and see that a day will allow. It seems to us that the rule here is taking your time. Get there. Take a Cabaña, spend a night or two or three, and visit peacefully.

The return trip was full of interseting events too, but this will be on the next blog... taking one's time. 

Hasta luego.