Play that funky music, Gringo

For the drive to Copper Canyon and back, I sat in the back seat so that Armida could give directions. Unforeseen in this decision was the associated impact to music selection for our eight or so hours in the car. Let's just say that it was really odd when (around hour 7) she switched to an English station (it took about 1/2 way through the song before I realized that it wasn't that I suddenly understood Spanish, but that they had not translated Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody").

Our friends were very good though about helping us understand the language, culture and history of what we were seeing throughout the drive --like we passed the area where most of the US/Mexican apples are grown. We drove through towns and villages, each with their own culture. Since it rains so little here (cough), the girls were very excited about a massive and beautiful double rainbow that appeared on our way back.

The Indians at the top of the canyon were interesting. They were weaving baskets there not so much for show, but rather to pass the time and get the work done. For the most part, they kept to themselves. There were some interesting food selections of which I chose not to partake -- but it all smelled very good. The picture does not do it justice, but the tacos here in the open air market smelled wonderful.