In Mazamitla, we walked around, shopped for food and treats, and enjoyed a buffet of comida casera in a small family café. It wasn’t nearly as attractive as Bernal, but it was colder here, and only half of the shops were open. Pachi kept a constant tour guide dialog going. I left the phone and e-mails in the car, and got naps in both directions.
Had we planned this day better, we would have left early and come directly here, then paused by the lake on the return. This village offers ecotourism, and it would have been fun to get on some ponies and ride into the hills to the waterfall.
We returned home after dark and shared the corn and pineapple tamales and vanilla and guava atole with their family (daughters Edith and Berenice, her husband, Alfredo, and Beto’s sister Lupita). I also got to chat with Beto’s friend, Rosalia Behar, who works for the Sefardic community in Guadalajara, and she is going to try to help me contact the Guadalajara Motolas after her daughter’s wedding. Now Susie is sharing her photo albums on Facebook, and I’m wrapping things up so I can go to bed.