Leaving Patzcuarta and my new Texan “buddies” today as they head north and I set off for Oxacca
pronounced-wahacker. It’s the home of chocolate.
I’m also thinking of a weeks Spanish immersion class, as although I took some classes, I am woefully lacking in conversational skills and it does hamper the three teas idea…although, tea as a civilised medium of commonality hasn’t let me down yet.

So far on this journey, Patzcuarta is the only place I’d revisit and I should, because it has a depth of culture, history and civilisation, that as a passing rider, I’ve barely touched. It warrants more, as does Mexico as a whole, it’s multi cultural history makes it a fascinating place. The people are amicable, sociable and although it’s alien compared to North American lifestyles, it’s not too dissimilar to Mediterranean Europe.
Acceptance of the differences, rather than complaining that the taps are he wrong way round, or the roads are bumpy or whatever else you sensitivities are affronted by, and you’ll love the place.
Soak it up, jump in the deep end.