We woke up to gobbling turkeys. I speculate that they were either taunting us or singing a turkey’s version of “Hallelujah Chorus”, the chorus from Handel’s Messiah Part II for being in Mexico and not the USA. Today was the American holiday known as Thanksgiving.
It was hard to leave Macheros, a tiny little town nestled in the mountains. It has clean air, beautiful sunsets and a cacophony (produced by songbirds, chickens, turkeys, horses, donkeys and dogs) that becomes somehow sweet and soothing.
Climbing was on the agenda, lots of it. As we ground out the steep grades and enjoyed the downhills we discovered groves of avocado trees. Up until this point neither one of us had actually seen the fruit growing, only on market shelves.
In addition to seeing one of our favorite fruits growing, We also passed more Noche Buenas (poinsettieas).
By the end of the day we were tired and cold (a combination of the sun setting and the elevation of 8500+ feet, or 2590 m). Unfortunately, in our rush to escape the plunging temperature at the end of the day we snapped the end of a tent pole. Luckily, we were able to reinforce the pole end with duct tape and the emergency aluminum pole sleeve.
Between our abuse and the ant attack, I think we will need to replace our house before the end of the trip.