Friday was my birthday. Last night we had a small party with some friends, but Friday Jim said we could do whatever I wanted and then we could go out to a fancy restaurant for dinner. Well, what I wanted was to go on one of our mapping expeditions. We take Jim's GPS and wander where the roads get smaller and smaller and rockier and rockier. We chose a route past Teocelo along which Jim recordsed longitude, latitude and altitude at bridges and churches (centros de los pueblos) and puts them on Google Earth. I just took snapshots. If you are dying to trace our route, we went from Teocelo to Baxla on the southern road, then to Las Lomas, La Gloria, Piedra Parada, then to Barrio Naranjales on the edge of Cosautlán, then Cosautlán, then back to Teocelo and home. As you can see, it was a cool, gray day. It ended in much rain and fog. Click on the photos to see larger versions.
Here you see how the land dips down at the back of the church. Actually, this is just shows the first layer of descent. The escarpment plummets considerably further. I find it almost impossible to show in photos how precipitously land falls away all around this area.
THe photo below I know, I know, is not a good photo but it's the best one I got to show the banks and banks of wild impatiens right across the road from the blue shrine. It shows the back of a ruin of a shrine which the new one shown above may have replaced.
Climbing up out of the valley, lacy trees against the sky laden with ball moss and epiphytes.
Darkness was hovering and we were driving through drifting fog. It was snug and safe and quiet. "Let's not go out to eat," I said. "I could cook you bacon and eggs," Jim said. And that's just what he did as the rain poured over our house and trees and made its way in thousands of rivulets through grass and flowers and rushed down streets and gullies and streams and rivers.