Almost Time to Head Home

The past four days have been an incredible and wonderful family experience. The pampering, the luxury, and the adventures went beyond my expectations, and the memories we all have will be forever tucked inside our hearts.

Unfortunately, Montezuma has found another victim in Jimmy. For the rest of us who have eluded his curse, pray that we'll have good health long enough to get back home.

Hope you all enjoyed the blogs!!

The Making of a Balloon Ride

Steve, Kim, Jimmy and I got up early to meet up with the Hot Air Balloon crew. They took us to a field, and Jim and Steve helped them get the balloon filled.

It was a great time!

We finally got to see the bull fight arena!



The ride was incredibly smooth, peaceful and a delightful experience!

Montezuma Strikes at even the Invincible

Steve is down now - he hates admitting he's human and can throw up like other people.

But he's a fighter.

And very, very stubborn.

Catching up

Friday, we spent most of the day in town. A festival was going on, and we spent an hour waiting for a big race to begin. Miah would probably be familiar with it - I was told it was Mexico's equivalent to the Tour de France. A very big thing--TV cameras everywhere.

We stopped at a little place famous for its hot chocolate and churros. Delish!

Then we went shopping. This is the Mercado - a huge shopping area alive with all kinds of Mexican foods and souvenirs. Here's a couple of ladies with cactus laid out. They're sitting there scraping the needles. Women sold cooked chickens and foods I'd never seen before. Would've loved to taste some of them, but we didn't dare.

Montezuma's Revenge? :-(

Montezuma paid a visit to Lisa and Mom in the wee hours of the morning. Barb was down all day yesterday.

So far, Dad, Steve, Jimmy, Kim and I are still standing.

Is it only a matter of time for us? AARGH!!

Back at the Casa!

After our afternoon of horseback riding, we had a little time to relax before supper. Steve jumped in the pool, and I cut up an apple I brought from Omaha for a snack.

Okay. I admit to being a little paranoid about eating unpeeled fruits and vegetables around here, but I trusted my apple for being safe. Being the nice person that I am, I offered Steve a slice. Except he tried to pull me into the water, and my apple fell in instead.

Here he is, eating my apple that I wanted so bad.

Does it get any better than this???? Sangrias and guacamole beside the pool, after a hard afternoon of horseback riding.

sigh . . . . .

Kim and Dad relaxing poolside.

A few more

This was one of the dogs at Antonio's brother's stables. Like I said, it was siesta time, and even the dogs napped. He barely gave us a passing glance.

When we were going through the old village, Antonio showed us shoes hanging from the power lines, and Jimmy snapped this pic of a couple of pair. What is up with that? Antonio didn't know why someone would go through the trouble of looping shoes over power lines, but evidently, it's a fairly common thing to do.

I don't get it.

(PS. Well, my family told me hanging shoes over power lines isn't so unusual in America, either. But I still think it's weird.)

This is the oldest church in all of San Miguel. Built in the 1500's and still serving Mass on the weekends to the villagers who live nearby.

Antonio took us through the village - no one took any pics (except for the shoes). We were all gawking, I guess. The shacks were so-o close together, and the yards were the size of postage stamps, but the villagers kept cattle, chickens, sheep, and pigs in them. The livestock was scrawny; you could see the ribs on the horses.

Made us appreciate America a whole lot more, let me tell you.