Yesterday morning, we left Bucerias early, taking the southerly route to Guadalajara through the mountains. There are two routes, and we knew most locals took the northerly one, but that would have had us driving back the way we came for the first couple of hours, so we opted for the southerly one–a long, winding, mountainous trail with little traffic. We know now why it’s not the preferred route.
We got lost in a typical little Mexican town, far from the influence of tourists.
We saw some great vistas.
But mostly, we wanted to get there.
Which we did, about 5:00, and found everything ship-shape as usual, thanks to the careful attention of our good friends, Antonio and Eloisa–and their “jardinero” son, Isaac.
Today, we are unpacking, buying a few groceries, catching up with some friends. I’ll add to this blog from time to time through the winter–but no longer daily. Thanks, everybody, for urging me along!
Oh–and I owe some of you a picture of a green-footed boobie–still on Jack’s camera. Stay tuned.