
From San Miguel, we found some other great cities. We only stayed one night in each one, but they were wonderful too. The architecture of these colonial towns makes you feel like you are in Europe not Mexico. The history is so interesting here and the Spanish influence still is very strong. Here are a couple of pictures from these towns.



Near a town called Durango, we camped out off a dirt road in the campo (country). A large farm was near by but we felt that we were ok where we were, not trespassing or anything. It was a beautiful spot and a great sunset and it was nice to not have to be staying in town. We slept soundly and enjoyed the tranquility. In the morning, we woke to the sound of Bozeman growling. He only growls if someone is approaching the truck. Ozzie looked out the window and a lady was walking around. She began yelling, “Senor, Senor”. Uh oh, we thought that we were in trouble. So much for parking in the country, we must have been on their property. Reluctantly, I went outside. People are not as intimidated when they see a woman. So, I approached the lady with a friendly smile and buenos dias. She smiled back, a good sign. I asked if it was ok that we were there. She said that it was and that she was just coming to say hello and see if we needed anything. She invited us to her house and gave us coffee and fresh baked bread. Her name was Rebecca and she also showed us the farm and all of the animals they had in the back. We visited for a while and she was so nice. She told us that we should have stayed at the farm and that we were welcome back anytime. Wow, how generous.
Next, we headed from Durango to Mazatlan. The road through mountains is crazy. It is about the curviest road in Mexico, but the views are spectacular. Here a few shots from the road.

It was not the safest road either. We saw two semi-trucks nearly hit head on a sharp corner. One had to back up around the corner for the other to pass. I still am not sure how they didn’t crash into each other.
We decided to head back to Mazatlan to meet our friends again, Dr. Wayne and Arline. They helped us to make a little bit of money by taking some time share tours, the time share people will actually pay you cash to just listen to the spiel. They had done a few before and showed us the ropes. We had fun hanging out with them again and they helped us out a lot. We spent one night walking around the old part of Mazatlan which is much more interesting and charming than the hotel area.
We are slowly making our way north. Both of us are not quite ready to go back to the cold, but inevitably we have to. Maybe one more week and then we will head across the border. As usual, we don’t really have a plan.
Hope all is well up north,
Lyndi
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