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Took a trip to Tepoztlán with Enrique and his family yesterday. We go there every visit. It’s one of Mexico’s Pueblos Mágicos and it’s fantastic. One of the best places I’ve ever been. It is said that Quetzalcóatl, a legendary feathered serpent god of ancient Mesoamérica civilizations, who helped create mankind, was born near there. The town has a very spiritual vibe. I love it and we’re gonna stay there for a couple days sometime. It’s about an hour’s drive from Temixco.
Today we are gonna spend the day with Nacho and his family and Andreas and his. The original plan was to meet them at Teotihuacán and have lunch at a restaurant in a dormant volcano. I was psyched. Plans changed to a visit at a nearby ecologic park and lunch at Las Mañanitas. I was upset. While I’m sure Las Mañanitas is nice, it’s one of the most exclusive places in Cuernavaca and it’s really not our style. Patricia asked me to keep quiet and go with the flow and I respected her request.
As it turns out Nacho and Claudia felt the same way, they didn’t keep quiet and the plan changed again. Guess where they decided to go instead? Tepoztlán. How about that? They were concerned I might not want to go there two days in a row. With a laugh I told them I could spend a week there.
Los Colorines is Enrique’s favorite so we always eat there with him. Nacho and Claudia like eating at the mercado next to the zocalo. I wonder where we’ll end up eating today. I also wonder if anyone will want to take the hike to El Tepozteco, a small Aztec temple/pyramid to Tepoztēcatl, the Aztec god of pulque. It’s a bitch of a hike, and not for everyone, but the place has an aura and vibe that is something else.
As I sit here loving life, I’m not sure if I’m gonna be able to make it 5 more years. Way back when, the plan was to live in the U.S. and retire to a little bungalow in Temixco. As it turns out, we’ll be retiring here at Carlos Tapia. I knew that was gonna be the case last visit and I didn’t think much about that until a week or so ago, when it hit me like a ton of bricks.
At any rate, each time we visit, the urge gets stronger and stronger. I love it here in Temixco, I really do. At least that magic age of 65 gets closer and closer. And I haven’t been mauled by mosquitoes like I was last year. We took the drive and chilled at La Ceiba today. Wore long pants just be safe, although I’m sure I got attacked exploring off the beaten path at Xochicalco.
La vida es buena.
Realmente buena.
Not a bad little harvest today. Several things I’ll do differently next year, but all in all I’ll say it was successful. Could’ve done a better job tying the tomatoes and I should have used a sturdier stake for the cherries. The tomato plants have a ton of fruit on them, as do the serranos. The poblanos are doing well.
Cucumber beetles took out the cucumbers and I’m wondering if they got to the cantaloupes as well. I know one thing. I’m not planting cantaloupe next year.
They took up so much space and the one you see might be the only one we get. Hopefully the few others left will mature, but I doubt it judging by the vine. I had a feeling that I should’ve prepped the soil in that bed better. Oh well. I’ll do that next year and I’ll grow peppers instead.
Time to get some lettuce and spinach seeds sowed.
Lost a friend yesterday. Moe took his trip to Rainbow Bridge. One of the Mark Twain cats, he made his way into our lives as a scrawny lil’ kitten, when Boris led him to the food and water.
He grew into one of the biggest cats you’ve ever seen. I’d joke that he was a miniature cow. He’d follow me around when I was outside, sitting at my feet purring. Diego would look at him from the bushes, thinking he was crazy. He’d follow me up the fire escape and one day he followed me inside and he never left.
He purred louder than any cat I’ve known and he loved to sleep next to my head at night, often making biscuits on my hair. He will be missed.
RIP Moe.