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| Tarde becomes noche view of San Miguel from our roof top terrace |
Great tickets, a great casa and, VAMANOS, the Snow Buzzards are off to Me-he-ko. And Frank made it possible, our friendly caddy shack dude slash two week Sevi and house sitter. Tad will join us next week for Dia de Accion de Gratis and stuff your face with turkey tacos. Boy, do we have some adventures awaiting the lad!
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| This is a ceiling, folks. |
Today began with a leisurely walk down to Cafe de la Parroquia where we enjoyed our breakfast of pancakes(!) and scrambled eggs and chorizo in a festive courtyard with wild parrots above. Next, we hopped a bus to Atotonilco, famous for UNESCO World Heritage Site-protected church marketed as having the "Sistine Chapel of the Americas." Actually quite lovely but definitely a s-t-r-e-t-c-h from its namesake. Although it is public transportation the bus driver took great pride in his "ride" and made his own sistine out of the driver's nook.
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Not missing a beat
San Miguel's Jazz Festival isn't in the same league as those in the more publicized cities of Toronto, New Orleans, Monterey but there's something pretty sweet about sitting in the Jardin at dusk in shirt sleeves at a free outdoor concert Thanksgiving weekend. (Try matching that Earshot Jazz.) At the conclusion of our stay the three of us listed our favorite aspects of the trip.These were the resounding favorites: our home and the home of some pretty old bones- Casa Chepito and Canada de la Virgen. Our casa- |
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| Entrance |
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| Just inside |
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| Terraces galore |
Canada de la Virgen opened to the public less than a year ago. It has nothing to do with our northern neighbors; Canada (with a spanish wave action over the n) means gully. A forerunner to madonna on toast was the image of Guadalupe seen on a piece of rock in said gully located 30 minutes out of San Miguel. Our tour guide, a transplanted archaeologist from Looousiana, worked the site and told compelling tales of human sacrifice, bones of an ancient leader carried from town to town for over 100 years before finding rest at the Canada, and intellectual property theft by a Nazi sympathizer gully owner. Oh, the intrigue. Add to that a remarkably restored archaeological site which only a few years ago could have been mistaken for a small vegetation covered hill and you have arguably a rival to an Indiana Jones tale . (Remember commentary before "arguably?" sigh...)
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The Temple
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| The Treasure Seekers |
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| The Arguments |
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| Rentonian Duane investigating |
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Case closed and
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| please pass the guac. |
Today began with a leisurely walk down to Cafe de la Parroquia where we enjoyed our breakfast of pancakes(!) and scrambled eggs and chorizo in a festive courtyard with wild parrots above. Next, we hopped a bus to Atotonilco, famous for UNESCO World Heritage Site-protected church marketed as having the "Sistine Chapel of the Americas." Actually quite lovely but definitely a s-t-r-e-t-c-h from its namesake. Although it is public transportation the bus driver took great pride in his "ride" and made his own sistine out of the driver's nook.
