Adios Matamoros y Hola Tepoztlan!
We were out for our morning jog and I realized that I hand't mentioned the dogs. They are everywhere. In the streets, on the sidewalks, strolling through alleys and picking up scraps next to the food stalls. They know to move when cars come, and generally stay out of the way of people whenever possible.
Memo's middle school was about 2 miles from his house. He biked or took one of the local transports to get here.
The entrance of Memo's middle school, Segundaria Escuala Federal: Rodolfo Sanchez Taboada.
Memo's high school, Collegio de Bachilleres Plantel F-12.
We were out on a Saturday, but the kids come to school to participate in extracurricular activities. We saw girl's soccer, volleyball, and basketball practice, coed martial arts, and band practice.
Back in the classroom for algebra.
On the road from Matamoros to Tepotzlan.
Our "bus station" in Tepotzlan.
A view of the church from the terrace at our hotel. Sure it looks like a lovely church, but with bells that ring loudly every fifteen minutes day and night, I developed a strong dislike for this particular church.
Above my head is the main attraction of the town, a pyramid built over 700 years and said to be the birthplace of Queztlcoatl, a feathered serpent god worshiped by indigenous people of the past.
Our courtyard.
Hi Memo on the terrace! The climate here was much cooler than in Izucar de Matamoros. Nighttime required long-sleeves and pants.
More dogs, this time participating in some very sweet social grooming.
We were too late to walk all the way up to the pyramid, so we took a little stroll on the trail to the pyramid. Here you can see the steepness of the descent.
Eating out in Tepotzlan. The crema de maiz soup was amazing!
We were out for our morning jog and I realized that I hand't mentioned the dogs. They are everywhere. In the streets, on the sidewalks, strolling through alleys and picking up scraps next to the food stalls. They know to move when cars come, and generally stay out of the way of people whenever possible.
Memo's middle school was about 2 miles from his house. He biked or took one of the local transports to get here.
The entrance of Memo's middle school, Segundaria Escuala Federal: Rodolfo Sanchez Taboada.
Memo's high school, Collegio de Bachilleres Plantel F-12.
We were out on a Saturday, but the kids come to school to participate in extracurricular activities. We saw girl's soccer, volleyball, and basketball practice, coed martial arts, and band practice.
Back in the classroom for algebra.
On the road from Matamoros to Tepotzlan.
Our "bus station" in Tepotzlan. 
A view of the church from the terrace at our hotel. Sure it looks like a lovely church, but with bells that ring loudly every fifteen minutes day and night, I developed a strong dislike for this particular church.
Above my head is the main attraction of the town, a pyramid built over 700 years and said to be the birthplace of Queztlcoatl, a feathered serpent god worshiped by indigenous people of the past.
Our courtyard.
Hi Memo on the terrace! The climate here was much cooler than in Izucar de Matamoros. Nighttime required long-sleeves and pants.
More dogs, this time participating in some very sweet social grooming.
We were too late to walk all the way up to the pyramid, so we took a little stroll on the trail to the pyramid. Here you can see the steepness of the descent.
Eating out in Tepotzlan. The crema de maiz soup was amazing!
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