Part two of my adventure down south
I awoke with a soft pillow under-head, but the smoke from my breath reminded me of the altitude of our Mexican little hamlet, belying my ideals of tropical Mexico. I waited a long time before testing the cold saltillo tile with my bare feet. The inn was still sleeping, so I ventured out onto the quiet streets Real de Cortorce with my camera hoping to capture the rusticity of the village in twilight. After an hour or so of wandering ruins and ancient graveyards, I made my way back to the hotel (and some hot coffee) to find Don ready to hit the road.
We unwound our way back down dusty roads to the main highway onward to the city of Guanajuato in the heart of Leon. As we passed farmworkers, in what appeared to be all-white pajamas, traveling by foot along the road and out working their fields, the scenery began to green; subtly at first, with ancient cedros dotting the hillsides, then occasional palms, until fan palms covered the rugged hillsides creating an odd and exotic juxtaposition of landscape to fauna. As we approached the city, the highway once again dipped into a mineshaft, yet this time we were joined by others at a quick pace of 50 miles per hour.