A wee bit of a sleep in, to catch up on some lost time... Then up and at them! On every Saturday there is an organic market in town where locals sell their home made wares, from preserves, cheese, bread and veggies to chocolate and nuts. There are also vendors selling hot food and coffee. We were to meet Bill and Edith, a couple we met at the Léon airport and shared a ride into town with. They live out of town on a hectare of land and are completely off the grid. They have adopted three street dogs and one of them was their companion for the day. Paquito is a very pretty and keen dog. Bill says the adopted street dogs are very loyal, because they know that their current life cannot get any better.
We chatted for a while over coffee and shared stories of our past, then they had to go on other errands, it was nice to see them again. Meanwhile at another table the people we met last Monday in the Jardin were assembled and we were invited to join them. Good times and fun. We learned of a little hole in the wall restaurant called "Don Lupe's", where the food is good and priced right. So after our market experience we headed straight there and enjoyed a lovely lunch with a margarita each. At a table in the back corner sat a man teaching a child the alphabet in English. Mexico's youth will prosper...
|The cheese vendor will have Mexican feta next week|
|A small crafters market|
|The 12 days of Christmas|
|A nice lunch at "Don Lupe"|
A relaxing afternoon followed, with the occasional burst of fireworks and some white wine. Then as the sun was setting we went back into town, to the Jardin where the celebration of the Virgin of Guadalupe was to commence. The plaza is all decked out in Christmas glory with little lanterns strung between the trees, families and young lovers, children and grandparents mingling all over the place. A band was getting ready, the hand turned bells of the Parroquia pealing every 15 minutes. Fun to watch a grandfather playing hide and seek with his grandson, people dancing in the street, a young couple dancing salsa like experts. We sat on our bench soaking it all up. Then at about 8:00 PM we went looking for a taco vendor, recommended by a local foodie blogger. With the help of three young, fluently English speaking, locals we ordered two tacos "Pastor" each. These delicious tacos sell for ten Pesos each. We climbed back up the hill to our home along the colonial streets, warmly lit by the lights. What a great day...
Here are some blurry photos of the evening, my hand is not as steady as it used to be.