Yesterday was a full day. Spent most of it in Cucuchucho (it's taken me four years to learn how to say that), gawking, walking, and collecting. Hiked UP above the town for hours with Becky, Bob, and our trusty guide Didier, along animal paths and fire breaks, beneath orchid-laden Oak-like trees…poked regularly by very pointy agave plants (I'm still bleeding!). It was a great day. After our hike, we drove down to C-town for the Corpus Christi celebration. Seems a bit late, but what do I know about the Solemnity of the Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ...I'm a Methodist. But I may convert to Catholicism after experiencing all this pageantry, partying, and wicked costumes. Six bandas played for hours; people wearing painted masks, dressed in traditional Purepecha finery, and some dressed like Davy Crockett or fish. Kids were CUTE and dancing up a storm; the women were lovely, and house parties were everywhere. And the music and spicy homemade potato chips were excellent. What's not to love?! Afterwards, we eased down to a muy rustico lakeside eatery for fish soup, baked trout, homemade tortillas, HOT habanero salsa, corundas and cervesa. Drove home sated.
