|Decorations from Valentine's Day still hung from the ceiling|
|Although delicious food was served, the restaurant never saw more than one or two tables full while we were there|
|Unwrapping a tamale|
|Birria (goat) tacos and delicious tostada|
A new day ahead, showers under our belts, we checked into an up-graded hotel, coincidentally the one Henry saw the day before, and met our taxi chauffeur after breakfast. We gave him Angelica’s list of places to see for the next eight hours: 2 country lakes, a view of the area’s active volcano, the mask-maker factory in Suchitlan, the house and artwork of artisan Alejandro Regando Hildago (the 1963 Unicef card designer who outsold all previous Unicef greeting cards one Christmas); mariachi bands and tapas in the colonial square of Comala … and all fairly close, within 30 kilometers, on country roads and rolling hills amidst sugar cane fields. It was about an hour when our driver stopped a bike rider for directions. Yes, that sign back there was the way to the scenic lake and camp grounds of Lake “Lago” Cerrazilillo. Burning North American daylight, we finally pulled in and walked to the shores of Lake Cerrazilillo.
|semi-carved out wood|
|tools of the trade|