Tlacolula Sunday Market

We're in Oaxaca for a few days with niece Sara, her husband Munier and our grand-nephew, Rohan.  We arrived in time to go to the beautiful Sunday market in Tlacolula, about 30 km from Oaxaca.  Here is Rohan considering whether he would like to sample a crunchy grasshopper.

One of the highlights of this market is that women from surrounding villages wear their traditional dress.  Their colorful scarves, blouses and skirts are unique to their villages.

I've never seen peeled pineapples for sale but when we walked back a couple hours later they were all gone.

Also loved these carved dried gourds filled with seeds with a handle added. Maracas anyone?

These chickens came with their own carrying handles ready to be picked up. 

We took the 2nd class bus to reach this market, the  buses we used to call "chicken buses."  Our bus was chicken-free but I did see some packed in boxes with air holes waiting to be loaded on a different bus.  This shot was taken in the live foul section of the market.

Michoacan Coast

We ended up spending another 3 nights in Troncones. Maybe it was the sunsets or maybe it was because we found a different hotel with a 360 degree view from our terrace or most likely it was just a pleasant place to sit, read and relax.                                           

 

Leaving Troncones, we headed north along the remote coast of Michoacan where we saw beaches we couldn't even figure how to get to, reminding us of the Big Sur coastline in California

or the expansive beaches along the Oregon coast.

 

We stopped for a night in Caleta de Campo where our hotel overlooked the light house and the pangas of the fishermen as they went out to catch at night.

To our left was more rocky coastline. The thing on the balcony rail is our XM satellite radio antenna.

  

Lunch and breakfast were at the beachfront restaurant where each table had it's own hammock.

 

We spent one night in the old center of the port town of Manzinillo where the pangas were lined up for the night's catch.

Our drive home through the state of Colima took us alongside Volcán de Fuego, the most active volcano in Mexico.

It looked ashy and barren and then suddenly responded to my request for some action by emitting a large plume of white smoke which lazily drifted down it's west side.