Nothing is welcome as much as a refreshing beer when you are out in the heat, walking up and down the hundreds of steps of this or that pyramid. So we sit down at a bar, go to the bathroom, which has no doors, but just curtains, and get ready to order: one beer to share. The young guy is trying to tell us which beers he has and I say “Leon, por favor, grande” (Leon please, the big one). They guy goes on with some more Spanish “la cerveza, bla bla, preparado”, I don’t understand, but Andreas, also known as “the Norwegian man who extrapolates Spanish from his knowledge of Italian”, proudly says “Lara, he just asked if we wanted the conto preparato (the bill ready)”, oh well, wow I sure didn’t get that, but in this case: “si si por favor”.
We didn’t plan to go to Cholula, but it was on our way to the remote Venetian village of Chipilo. We took a local transport (camioneta) which was some sort of miniature church on its own.
The road was in the middle of some fields and we really didn’t get the chance to experience the earthquake. Good for us! We made it to Chipilo just for a cappuccino and a look around the small village where people indeed look like Italians.
As last day in Mexico city yesterday we have visited the charming quarter of Coyoacan, in the South end. Its beautiful small streets full of life and colors seem to belong to some completely different place compared to the North part of town in which you can really feel the feeling of a big (really big) city.