The next day the bus we caught to Zitacuaro happened to have the same conductor as yesterday, he was a young man and was quite insolent to Carol who refused to speak to him. We tried to complain about him at the bus depot in Zitacuaro but our lack of spanish prevented it. We found a phone and rang Jorge to meet him before continueing on to Mexico City and this is the point where our day lifted and happiness arrived again. Jorge told us it was actually his birthday that day and invited us to lunch. We mucked him up a bit by arriving there early thinking we were going to catch another bus at 1pm, but as it turned out we were absorbed into Jorges wonderful family for the whole day and ended up staying there the night as well.