Tangamandapio
Seems like with the most complicated name, comes the most amazing invitation.
We have left Guadalajara a few days ago....went to Chapala, stayed in Ajijic and started yesterday around the lake towards Morelia. So beautiful - the biggest natural lake of Mexico. (but completely polluted - no swimming...no fish)
Feels SO DAMN good to be on the bike and on the road again......The weather has been kind all along and the temperatures are just perfect.
Right after lunch today we started climbing over a nice long, green, green, beautiful hill and descended while listening to the thunder, watching the sky blacken and feeling the wind increase - headwind, of course..
At a school yard I stopped and thought about shelter - or maybe even calling it quits for today, looking at the sky.....
We had entered a village called Tangamandapio. And while James and I discussed our options (still 170 km from Morelia), we saw a young man with a 5 year old girl standing up on the top tube on his bicycle, her arm wrapped around her daddies' neck (looked like those two came from the circus). Another girl - about 8 years old- on a miniature grown up mountain bike followed .......Well, they biked straight towards us and after we exchanged a few words, he invited us to his house for dinner. We ask if we can camp in this town somewhere and he said it was unsafe (two men had been shot last week in a near by town called Sahuajo) and said we could sleep at his casa. Flabbergasted we agreed - how could we not? The girls stood there and smiled in their pretty dresses....
He told us he is a Mt bike racer.....and three km into town we met his lovely wife, who was already preparing dinner for us (as it turns out, Moises had seen us driving past us with a car and agreed with his wife and children to invite us into their home. He actually came to pick us up!!)
Unbelievable how friendly these people are!!!
Now, here we are, showered, in a nice, clean bedroom, bellies full of exquisite mexican food (organic - the best, they told us) and healthy cookies as well as full of giggles from the girls that still echo in our ears
You just never know what happens next...
There is this addiction I am starting to discover - don't quite know what to call it: the new situations....the newness of it all: being on the road and not knowing what comes next. Even if it is negative some times....the good parts are the addicting ones- you can't even make that stuff up!
Thank you wonderful world and good night!
