A few quick pictures

A college friend of my brother Alejandro, invited the Cordero's and me out to her home, north of the city in a small town called (rancho) called La Punta, just south of Guelatao. We sandwiched into the Cordero's mini-Cooper and headed the hour's trek north. Fatima, the friend, married a man from this tiny hamlet where the molinos used to froth and stir hot chocolate are crafted. Fatima's husband, Rolando, kindly gave us a demonstration of the artesanía that was handed down to him from his grandfather. Here he is whirling out a molino from a thick log, grinding out the moving pieces of the tool, burning into the wood the deep brown design--all in less than 30 minutes. Incredible.

Later, our pack traversed the hills west of the family's land. Fatima picked up a machete and said it was necessary "just in case." Just in case what...? So with a bit of trepidation we embarked. Here are some of the things we were looking at...


All those tiny dots are insects.




I've changed a lot since I've moved to México. My hair's a bit longer. My skin's a bit tanner. And now I have a mustache.





Doesn't Fatima's daughter look like she's lived through a world of experiences already at such a young age? Look at the sadness in those little baby eyes?





Fatima's suegra made us a delicious trout soup, fresh from the river snaking through these hills. And once we were fed and rested, we headed back to the city.