Last Saturday we traveled to Morelia.
Travel sites describe Morelia as…
Morelia, the state capital of Michoacan, has a population of about 500 000 and is a UNESCO World Heritage site. The city has over 200 historical buildings, many built of characteristic pink quarrystone. With many lovely plazas, gardens and atriums and a well-earned reputation as a regional cultural center, Morelia is a destination for those who enjoy colonial architecture and local culture.
The city was founded in 1541 by Antonio de Mendoza and its original name was Valladolid. The name was changed after Mexico’s War of Independence, in honor of one of its heroes, Jose Maria Morelos de Pavon, who was born in the city in 1765. Of Morelia’s many beautiful historical monuments, the cathedral and the aqueduct are the most impressive.
Some 2000 White Pelicans line up daily for free meals at the pueblo of Petatán on the eastern end of Lake Chapala.
The White Pelican is a large bird with a wingspan of up to three meters and may weigh up to seven kilograms. It does not dive-bomb fish as do some other pelicans, which may explain why it finds Lake Chapala particularly attractive.
November to April is Pelican-watching season at Lake Chapala, Mexico’s largest lake, located 400 kilometers northwest of Mexico City.
Every year, thousands of American White Pelicans (Pelecanus erythrorhynchos) fly 4,000 kilometers south from their normal habitats in central Canada to enjoy western Mexico’s warm winter.
We attended a special assembly day and our hotel was just across the plaza. Best part of the whole thing? The promise of a nice hot shower. (have you read the previous posts this week?)
As we are checking in (and Camille is wanting to move things along ASAP to get to her destination of the said nice hot shower) our friends realize they left their suitcase with their suit and dress clothes back home -4 hours away. A little panic but at least they get a good story out of it. Right? You have no idea…
OK… so we are checking in. (sorry, lots happens at the same time and I can’t always keep it straight) 😉 And Mikee looks up as this tall guy with a little kid walk by. They both stop and point, “Hey I know you.” It’s Doug Beane -a friend from when we lived in Wallkill, NY. We haven’t seen him and Becky in 16 years. 16 years! How are we even old enough to say that? He has kids. We have kids. Lots has changed. And here we bump into each other at the same hotel in Morelia, Mexico. Go figure. So we spend a couple minutes doing the quick catch-up game. Doug and Becky and their boys are moving to Manzillo -a city by the beach that we visited this summer. They have been driving down from Pennsylvania. You can imagine how much in common that conversation had.
You may be wondering if Camille has had her nice hot shower yet?
Well, first we went with our friends to look for some dress clothes and visited a couple stores. And nothing. An acceptable shirt and tie was found at Walmart but no skirt or dress for my sweet friend. 🙁 So, we returned to our very nice hotel. Disappointed not to find something to wear but excited for my nice hot shower.
OK. Enough about the nice hot shower. Fast forward to Sunday morning. Mikee and I and our troops all get dressed up real nice and we are looking forward to the assembly. Of course, the momma is the last one dressed after making lunch, checking Austin’s tie, fixing the girls hair bows, and such. Get to fix my hair and put on my makeup and almost ready and…
(first I must add that anyone who knows me understands that I pack very thoroughly and have everything for any occasion -I hear the snickers from my gal pals right now)
…Mikee realizes that he has forgotten to bring along his belt for his suit. **snicker snicker** We joke that the “forget meeting clothes virus” must be contagious. And then…
…a knock on the door as Mikee just finished picking 1 of the 2 ties he brought and still has the other in his hand. A friend forgot their tie and wondered if we might possibly have an extra. **snicker snicker** The virus is spreading. AND THEN…
…as our family of 5 is ready to walk out the door the last thing I do is go to put on my skirt. But no! No skirt! Camille packed ever’thing for ever’body in the family but forgot her skirt. Ack! (maybe the guilty culprit is the deprivation of a nice hot shower for way too long) 🙂