Amazing Morelia

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Day 8 was a travel day, we arrived at the bus station at 9:45 and the attendent informed us the next bus would be leaving in 5min. We made the mad dash to catch the 9:50 bus. We reached Morelia at 2:00 and caught a taxi to our hotel, Posada Don Vasco. Morelia built in 1541, is a beautiful colonial city, complete with numerous cathedrals and museums. It took us off guard as we were not expecting to be impressed by this city. We had debated about whether to cut our visit to Morelia short, we were glad we didn´t. The zocalo in Morelia rocks. You couldn´t ask for a more virbrent energetic and family oriented location with it´s buskers and many balloon venders and along with it´s maticulously manicured trees. It´s surrounded by colonial and barroque architecture, to untrained eyes such as ours it is difficult to distinguish old from new. This is what defines a great zocalo

Day 9
We awoke to another beautiful cloudless day in Mexico. We decided to explore the city scape, starting off with the aquaduct. We started at the end of the aqueduct near the city center and followed it as far as we could, whcih led us to a small park and monument dedicated to those who built the city. On our return we stopped in at the museum of natural history in which we found the architecture more interesting then the artifacts. Returning to the park by the end of the aquaduct we detected the smell of freshly baked goods coming from up the street. We followed our noses and encountered one of the many tiny bakeries dotting the streets of Mexico. WWe purchased a freshly baked bun and cookie and sat in the park where we watched a man lead his horse to a trough of water at the base of the aquaduct.

We decide to head to the market to get some fresh fruit. We couldn´t turn down purchasing the world famous strawberries grown in this region, however we declined the cream, sugar and condensed milk that the mexicans normally top their strawberries with. The market was a feast for the senses, both sight and smell from the bright colours of the pottery to the blood dripping down the white tiles of the butchers counter. The smell fo freshly baked corn tortillas coming off the converyer belt to the waft of freshly grilled pork was a combination Neil could not resist.

Later in the evening on our way to dinner we pass through the square and noticed 100´s of families and their children. Virtually all the children had a balloon, some had three or four. When a float carrying the king (not Elivis) reached the podium all the children released their balloons. The sky was filled with colourfull dots rising into the airSome seemed to contain messages tied to their strings. At dinner we asked the waiter what was happening in the square and he said it was the celebration of the day of the kings.

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[wendy]

goodness
It sounds like you guys are having an awesome time. Can hardly wait again for the next blog. Stay safe. Wend