Today was the most eventful day yet, and not really in all the best of ways. Since we were on our own for finding fun this weekend, we decided to go to Tepoztlan to see more ruins. The director of our school told us about it, and our Mama said that Sunday would be the most fun day to go because they do a market on Sundays. Our Mama fed us breakfast at 9am. We had bread that we bought at the panaderia yesterday with beans and cheese on top. It sounds gross, but it totally wasn't. In fact, it was delicious. She served it with this tomato-y sauce that you put on top. We had a new type of yogurt with all kinds of berries in it. She stopped serving papaya, much to our delight.
Mama drove us to the bus station, and we took a bus for 16 pesos each way. It was about a 45 minute bus ride. We got there, needing to pee, and started walking. None of the stores have bathrooms (of course), so we had to pay this nice young man to let us use the only (and most disgusting) bathrooms near. None of the potties had seats, and when you payed your 5 pesos to pee, the man gives you a little wad of TP. It was gross, but needless to say, we hysterically laughed the whole time while holding the lockless doors for eachother.
Then we followed street signs with drawings of pyramids on them up a cobble stone road. There were women dressed in traditional garb selling traditional touristy things. They also cooked the most delicious-smelling food. Unfortunately, we can't eat any of it. To help you understand why, let us tell you something. One of the jobs of the street vendor ladies is to brush flies off of the food that sits on a table by the street. We reluctantly declined each offer. We also saw several pig heads in the mar
ket hanging on hooks. Their eyes were creepily closed, and their ears were rather perky for a dead animal. The mountain that we saw as we came into town and joked about climbing was indeed the mountain that we were expected to climb. We started our journey. We had to rest quite a bit, and during our rests, we came to a funny conclusion. We saw several people go up and down the mountain more than once. We decided, during one of our breaks, that these people must be mutants. Some of them apeared to be part cat, jumping up, over, around, and off of giant boulders. One of them was a grown man that had to be around 65 wearing acid-wash shorts. It took us about 2 hours to hike the entire mountain. We saw all kinds of people doing the hike. Old people, young people, people CARRYING BABIES, and even some not-so-athletic looking people. Every time we thought "we must be almost there!," we would look up, and as far as we could see, there were people hiking up and up and up.
We sang at the top of the mountain one of our favorite songs by Dora the Explorer. It goes a little something like this "We did it! We did it! Lo hicimos!" We started walking towards the pyramid to sit down and eat a snack, when Jillian jumped and swore she saw a giant furry critter. Sarah, of course, thought she was crazy, until a hoard of furry, racoon-like critters scaled the side of a mountain towards us. We took a few pictures thinking it was kinda rare like seeing a deer on the side of the road. Unfortunately, we were mistaken. We popped a squat on the side of the mountain and tore open some granola bars because we were starving. Out of nowhere, another cuddly critter scaled the side of the pyramid towards us. Thinking it was rather adorable, Jillian picked up the camera and focused it on our new friend. Friend perhaps is not the best word for this demon creature. It stalked towards her and she lowered her camera in fright. The scary son of a gun started crawling into Jillian's lap. It brushed its nose against her leg and she could feel its creepy claws on her bare leg. At this point, Jillian was on the brink of tears, and had started to hyperventilate. Right before she swatted the giant creature to make it go away, she heard a voice of reason. Sarah said "Don't MOVE! It only wants your food thingy. Just give it to him, and he'll go away." Jillian obliged enthusiastically by throwing the granola bar (still in the package) behind her with a squeal. By this time the entire group of people (about 60 people perched on the pyramid) was staring and some were laughing. The creepy critter proceeded to rip open the package with his nasty, gnarly, crookedy teeth. One of the others realized that Sarah still had her granola bar, and practically flew up the side of the mountain and teased her until she finally threw the bar in defeat. The critters somewhat resemble coons, but they also look like ant eaters/foxes. Over by a little tienda, they were terrorizing small children for their snacks.
Anyways, we took pictures and started coming back down the mountain in the hopes of not missing family Comida before Uncle Victor left. It took us only 30 minutes to hike down the mountain, and when we got to the bottom, we thought it would be easy as pie to find the bus to go home. We started walking, asked about 6people where to go (only two of which we could understand completely), and bought some french fries in our hungry state of mind. About 35 minutes later or so, we found the bus station. We rode the bus home, and walked from the stop to our house. We had missed Comida, but everyone was still sitting at the table. Mama made burritos with beef in them. She must have grilled them or something because the outside was crispy and delicious. She served it with creamy potato salad type stuff, and rice. We had what seemed to be red Kool-aid with it. Yum.
We think we're gonna play it safe the rest of the afternoon lounging around the house, and maybe going to our favorite cafe with our friends from the other university. Our hungry mindsets obviously don't make the best of choices because it must be the french fries we bought that have made us feel like we do. As of about 15 minutes ago, we have been triggered to think about our choice. We should have known that fried food on the side of the road wasn't a good idea, but it seemed like it at the time because we had been robbed of our only food. Our stomachs are paying a little bit of a price, but atleast the fries were tasty.
Also, the next time we go to the panaderia, we HAVE to post pictures. You go in, grab a tray and some tongs, and run wild through a wonderland baked goods, all of which cost under 50 cents american. We sure did buy a lot of PAAAAN DULCE and thought about the Bagby siblings.
Oh, and also... Guess what, Moms? We are bringing home a surprise. Check out the pictures to see what we mean.