(Just when I thought I'd more or less mastered how to insert pictures so they were more or less okay in their placement, Typepad went and changed its formatting stuff. Now as you will see below, I'm all mixed up again. I even looked at the HTML. I have no idea what's going on. -- Esther)
We've been hiking around starting near the Panteón (cemetery) of Xico. You can see some pictures from 2006 of the Panteón here. This day we decided to try a small path that goes off to the right above a field. We assumed it would meet back with the larger road we normally go on. It didn't. In fact, we found we could go all the way home on it, though just before we got on the road into our Colonia we slipped and slid, just a tiny bit lost down some muddy trails in a cafetela. I don't have pictures of that. I got quite dirty. Jim didn't. I don't know why, but if there's mud to slip in, I do.
At the start of the path, we looked down on Xico.
A section of path paved with stone. We can be really far off the beaten track and find segments of cobbled path and road. We wonder, always, how old they are and who built them and who might have walked on them. A friend's father told us he had some built to his ranch when he first move to it in the 1960's.
A burro we found who'd gotten a bit tangled. Jim untangled him. He was quite grateful. The wooden saddle is ubiquitous here on both horses and burros.
Jim walking down the path. We came across some mountain bikers who told us that in fact we would
eventually get to Ursulo if we kept going in the direction we were going in. So we did, always trying to pick out the more main-looking trail, though at one point we weren't quite sure we were right. After not such a little while, ahead of us were the bikers again, coming back up hill towards us, bikes held high over their shoulders. But they told us we were on the right path, they weren't.
Whatever. We kept going.
A very old rock wall.
A view of Acamalín. We hardly ever get out of sight of Acamalín.
We were walking along a ridge. Here is a view looking down the other side.
Tree laden with Spanish moss.
Back on the road going into Ursulo Galván, we passed Paul the English gardner and his companion Valentina's house. Valentina designed the grill work on the upstairs window and Paul and a friend made it.
That's all for now.
We've been hiking around starting near the Panteón (cemetery) of Xico. You can see some pictures from 2006 of the Panteón here. This day we decided to try a small path that goes off to the right above a field. We assumed it would meet back with the larger road we normally go on. It didn't. In fact, we found we could go all the way home on it, though just before we got on the road into our Colonia we slipped and slid, just a tiny bit lost down some muddy trails in a cafetela. I don't have pictures of that. I got quite dirty. Jim didn't. I don't know why, but if there's mud to slip in, I do.
At the start of the path, we looked down on Xico.
A section of path paved with stone. We can be really far off the beaten track and find segments of cobbled path and road. We wonder, always, how old they are and who built them and who might have walked on them. A friend's father told us he had some built to his ranch when he first move to it in the 1960's.
A burro we found who'd gotten a bit tangled. Jim untangled him. He was quite grateful. The wooden saddle is ubiquitous here on both horses and burros.
Jim walking down the path. We came across some mountain bikers who told us that in fact we would
eventually get to Ursulo if we kept going in the direction we were going in. So we did, always trying to pick out the more main-looking trail, though at one point we weren't quite sure we were right. After not such a little while, ahead of us were the bikers again, coming back up hill towards us, bikes held high over their shoulders. But they told us we were on the right path, they weren't.
A very old rock wall.
A view of Acamalín. We hardly ever get out of sight of Acamalín.
We were walking along a ridge. Here is a view looking down the other side.
Tree laden with Spanish moss.
Back on the road going into Ursulo Galván, we passed Paul the English gardner and his companion Valentina's house. Valentina designed the grill work on the upstairs window and Paul and a friend made it.
That's all for now.