After a week in Cuernavaca, a flurry of travel insued - first to the St. of MX to see a dear family there and renew my senses with cool, mountian air. The hills there are covered with a unexpected mix of both magayes and captus as well as fruit trees that i´d find at home. Apples, peaches, pears for thirst, and cherry like red berries. In the morning, the horizon looks almost like Swannanoa - thick mist sits curvey on the mountian tops, waiting for the sun to send it on it´s way. During the day, it gets just hot enough for clothes to dry on roof tops and then it cools off at night so that women can sit by their patio fires and makes tortillas at ease.
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