Again I arose early, packed up, and enjoyed chatting with Tina over breakfast. Again, David stayed in bed, so we only had a brief visit. I had lent him the Sefardic memory book the day before and they had enjoyed finding an old recipe for some Arabian treat. Departing for the west, we realized that we left behind some bags so we left Mauricio a message and we hope to catch up to him in Mexico. Missing one highway turnoff, we got to see a little more of Queretaro on surface streets, then headed west past industrial Salamanca and Irapuato and up into Guanajuato.
On the outskirts of Guanajuato, we pulled into a roadside pottery stall with their colorful wares all laid out. Susie purchased several pots to take home.
Guanajuato! What a maze of tunnels!
Guanajuato is indeed fun to explore: on foot through narrow passageways and by car through the winding maze of tunnels under the city.
How do the busses fit through the narrow streets!
We took a lot of pictures of this colorful and vertical city. The hillsides were all terraced and covered with houses in bright primary colors.
We ate fresh bread straight out of the oven, stuffed with cheese and rajas, crunchy tacos in the Embajada plaza, granadina (passion fruit) and chirimoya (Soursop).
As the children came out of school, we enjoyed seeing them play, escorted by grandmas, nmothers, and fathers, hand-in-hand, a wonderful familial scene.
On the way out, Susie drove the maze, and we finally crossed the Centro Historico.
. On the steps of a cathedral, a graduating class of hundreds of professionals were all poised in the same light blue shirts, and as we waved, they waved and cheered loudly for the camera. It was a riotous scene!
The rest of the journey to Guadalajara was all toll roads, fast miles over a distant landscape. I spent most of that time writing this journal. We were able to listen to our book on CD again, and the miles passed quickly. I ate up the paella that Tina had packed for us. We crossed right through the middle of the city of Guadalajara on ample roads without serious traffic and found our way to the Chavez home. We met three of their daughters and grandchildren, and passed a pleasant evening. And of course we took time to gather the related genealogy of his grandson, whose father was Jaime Motola Danon. The mild fish dinner was a welcome change, and we slept early and well.