tepoztlan

Yesterday, I visited Tepoztlan, a small town about 25 minutes down the road from Cuernavaca. Home to a vibrant market, many visitors, and apparantly pigs in the streets, and a pyramid up the mountain, though we weren't up for it yesterday. I bought many gifts and tried a locally-made alcohol. Though I cannot remember the name, its flavor wasn't one that would draw me back.

When the round-trip bus ride costs all of 22 pesos, I have a feeling I'll have to go back at least once more to climb the mountain. On the ride back, we were serenaded by Bolivian pan flutes and guitar...made me think of Mak Dervo's work.