|The mountain Barrio of Zapotitlán. The End of the line for Combi 42
Lets jump on Combi 42 and see where it goes? As I am always up for a "what the hell moments" with magic phrases like that off we went, Tom (Wales), Rebecca (England) and myself into scary Mexican parts unknown. Forever warned by anyone with vocal chords that it was too dangerous we took heed. Hitting the food court at the El Paseo Shopping Mall we devoured lunch of Chinese Food (which was oddly delicious) and had some spirited albeit dirty conversation, we were off hunting for the elusive 42.
|Enjoying the view with a Paulito
|Caves of the revolution
|My partners thinking this is a tough hike. Poor souls
As we stood on the look out Paulito mentioned that he has binoculars and we will go to his house to get them. The 3 minute walk took us past a few houses and more that a few curious stares. As we walked back to the lookout enjoying the view Tom, who is about as chatty and social a person I have ever met, notice a group of curious onlooking hanging about. With a cheery "Lets go talk to them" off he went and so we followed.
What happened next is the magic of a simple day. We a group of young mothers who wanted their kids to meet and play with us. Some of the older members of the community stood just far enough to be a part of the goings on but not close enough to have to be involved, with the exception of one man. He was 76, fit, strong and his mind was clear as a bell.(Sadly I forget his name) and rode up on his bicycle. He to proceeded to regale us with tales of Mexican History all the time using rocks to draw maps and people on the ground around us. He was mesmerizing. We heard stories of Spanish Conquest, the Aztecs and the Mexican Revolution. How was he so knowledgeable? Were these stories handed down through generations? Nope, seems our boy loves the public library. How about that?
We decided to walk back into town. We stopped for much need water, found a delicious taco shop, watch some local play soccer on various closed fields that could easily be ball hockey rinks and then found ourselves at Indepencia Avenue, 3 blocks from McCarthys and we knew it was happy hour. So there we sat, relishing in what turned out to be a true Mexican cultural experience. What started as a dare to take "old 42" into the mountains ended with new friends and possible guides into parts of the area where very few if any travelers have ever been. The people we met were warm, friendly, curious and inviting and all we had to do to receive these gifts were to be kind, open and friendly right back.