It’s Saturday and everyone was home for the morning. I went with the family to the SuperMercado to do the week’s shopping.
Then I hopped out of their van – now that’s a story too. Jose spent a couple hours earlier, as he does every weekend, washing and waxing his treasured mini-van that lives under a protective cover beside their house and comes out only on weekends. So, I hopped out of the van at a corner and trotted over to where the bus to Santa Clara happened to be waiting.
Santa Clara is higher than Pátzcuaro…which reminds me that I keep forgetting to talk about the ALTITUDE! Guanajuato is at over 6,000 feet and here in Pátzcuaro we’re at 7,130. That’s high! Denver is only 5,280 feet. I haven’t had a chance to feel the altitude though because I’ve been so busy feeling the screeemingly steeeep routes to everywhere I want to go.