Mountain Monday
Mondays are usually the day that I go on a bike ride or to the mountains which are about 6 miles away from us. George and I are the adventure seekers on the team so we usually ride our bikes as far as the road will take us and then bike through the desert roads, through some ranches and up to the bottom of the mountain.
This past Monday we found this amazing path through the valley of the mountains. It felt like we were in a whole different country and it was hard to believe we were only six miles from our colonia. We met a couple Ranchero Mexicans on our paseo through the mountains. I'd like to take this opportunity to say that Mexicans are so nice. The first man we met, Luis Rojas, had an awesome horse and a cowboy hat. He was on his way to round up his cows in the mountains. He said that anytime we wanted, we were welcome to stop by his land and take whatever we needed.
We continued along our path and met a family of about 15 Mexicans cooking tacos in the middle of the mountains. They had driven two pick up trucks along the path and were planning on bringing some cows back with them when they were done. We stopped to talk to them the first time we saw them. On our way back they were still there and insisted that we have some tacos, carne asada, with them. There is no way to be culturally appropriate and say no so we stopped in the valley of the mountains and ate some tacos. Then we hitched a ride in the back of the pick up truck to our bikes which we hid behind some cacti.
This is Mountain Monday in Mexico:)
We always pass this cow area and couldn't help but take a picture this time.
Guess how bad dead cows smell.....
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