Cuanajo, Tzin-tzun-tzan, y Quiroga: Part 2
When we last saw our adventurers, they were in the middle of an ancient, church that was rumbling and shaking something wicked...
Luckily, just as things looked ready to turn nasty our sage explorers stepped back outside into the safety of the courtyard. It is difficult to report with any certainty what was said amidst the evolving ruckus but some sources report hearing the following words uttered in a strange, foreign tongue, "Uhh, who wants to check out those crazy old trees we saw on the way in? This Church is in a bad way."
Luckily, just as things looked ready to turn nasty our sage explorers stepped back outside into the safety of the courtyard. It is difficult to report with any certainty what was said amidst the evolving ruckus but some sources report hearing the following words uttered in a strange, foreign tongue, "Uhh, who wants to check out those crazy old trees we saw on the way in? This Church is in a bad way."
Amandine enjoying the safety of a
crazy, haggard, old tree in the church courtyard.
Happy to be safe and wearing green.
Marisol and her guerros.
Marisol helping us buy the best carnitas and fresh tortillas at a little street market in Quiroga, a town famous for carnitas. We were all ravenous after the close call in that spooky old church.
The park where we gorged on carnitas tacos.
And yes, we got lost on the way home.
que hermooooooooooooooooosos
me encanto el blog
saludos enormes
Posted by
Daniela Ochoa Gonzalez |
8:29 AM
Genial la primera y última foto... el árbol super antiquísimo y el camino en carreteras de Michoacán... me quedo con un dejo de nostalgia, de viajes en mi infancia.
Posted by
Moisés Ayala |
9:01 AM