We left the beach for Semana Santa and headed into a moutain town called Uruapan. We were pretty lucky to find this oasis campground just up the hill from town. Billy was happy to be parked for the week, while we were taxied around in Tiffany´s commuter, R2.
Town itself was in full celebration mode by the time we got there to see some of the festivities on Palm Sunday. We saw some of a processional of indigenous people from around the city and enjoyed the town square that had been transformed into an artisan´s market that seemed to never sleep.
The market had a bit of everything from pottery, to guitars, baskets and day of the dead statues to shoe shiners. The colors on everything were so bright and vivid and full of life, showing some of the true colors of Mex and the culture of all the surrounding villages. We ended up looking at guitars here but took a day trip to a town called Paracho, known as the Mexican capital for stringed instruments. We bought a guitar from a craftsman in town that had been building guitars for 35 years.
Couldn´t get enough of taco alley in the city. At 5 pesos per taco, it´s so hard to say no to just one more.
After some time in the city, we really headed to the mountains and to an active volcano outside of town. Volcan Paricutin formed in a farmer´s field just in the last 50 years, burying two villages in its path. The farmer, in effort to try to save his land, tried to fill the volcano in with a shovel as it rose out of the ground.
This is the only remaining evidence of the villages that were in the path of the volcano. A church that is buried up to the second story.
Take note of Danny (who has interest in joining the Mexican circus) in the bottom left hand corner. Estamos bromeando, Danny. We know your feelings about the circus!
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