The zocalo at night, a Church in Ocatlan, restored by an artist, Morales who restored that and twelve others, some artwork around the hotel. . .. . And the market in Ocatlan, selling everything, including grasshoppers.  I had my fortune told by a bird sticking its head out of a little bird house and picking up some folded papers in front of it — each of which had a prediction/advice. Back strap loom weavers. And yesterday we went to a steam bath – Aztec style.  The hotel transported us to a sister property where they maintain the facility.  First, some mezcal.  Then, we crawled into the steam room which resembled the cookie oven that belonged to the witch in Hansel and Gretel.  It was lit by a candle, heated by rocks, and very small.  It was also really, really, hot.  The attendant crawled in after about ten minutes and poured water on the rocks.  She stayed with us, chanting quietly, and had a straw whisk-broom is type thing that she brushed on each of us.  Various herbs were put in the steam and she filled a small bucket with water and poured it over our heads. Every few minutes she murmured “OK” to see if we were still alive.  It was quiet the experience – about 45 minutes, then 15 minutes of rest and a massage.  Very different.

Waiting in the airport now for our flight to Dallas which is, I am told, on time.  The airlines offered to change our flights without charging any fees, but we both have things to do at home.  Great trip!

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