Recorrido

That means tour, which is what we finally decided to cough up the money for on Sunday. Previously we kept going to different places saying, “We don’t need a tour. It’s cheaper to just go on our own.” Then we’d get there and have no idea what was going on. So we took a tour and had no idea what was going on. Well that’s not exactly true, but with the rate our auctioneer…digo…tour guide was speaking, that was nearly true. Even the natives speakers were asking him to talk slower. Afterwards we were watching Mexico play one of the *.guay’s (Para or Ura…I can’t remember) and I realized I could understand the sportscasters who were calling the game better than I could understand this guy. I did manage to learn some stuff I couldn’t have known otherwise and we also met a cool, older couple named Don and Pia who had previously come to Mexico for a six month sabbatical to work on books they were each writing. The newlyweds (4 years) fell in love with the place and decided to move to a small community south of Guadalajara. They were extremely well traveled and well educated, former retired professors and the like, and we caught them on their first full day in their new homeland. That was fun. The tour was great, and you can take it with us via picture format. Afterwards Leslie and I found a Subway downtown that had a big screen TV in its dining area and was completely empty because all the Mexicans were watching the game in more authentic setting. Then I connected with the Cook clan and wished Ma a happy birthday. I could smell the brisket and cookies all the way in Mexico. Then we went home. So nice!