We hopped onto the air conditioned coach bus. Seeing the local life was much more interesting than going to another resort. But at the same time, it was affirmed to me once again, the quality of life is so much different than ours. I wasn’t surprised, most places outside of U.S. are like this, and people have a lot less than we do in the states. Yet, they continue to work hard and seem to be contented with it.
Our first stop was the tequila factory. I was not sure if it was a factory, it looked more like someone’s home. It was a family business place. They are very proud people. In general, I think Mexicans are very proud people. There is a much identifiable culture, family is family; whereas, in America, the definition of family is wide and vary, not necessary in a good way. The staff explained the process from plant to final distillated products. We were given plenty of tasting. All I did was stick my tongue into the tasting cups. I didn’t drink it, it tastes like burning fuel, not that I had lots of experiences with fuel tasting….it was fun, but not anything I wanted to bring home, as it would probably sit there in the cupboard for eternity!
The rest of the day we spent at some small local towns which I couldn’t tell you the names. We were there to see how the local lives, what the towns look like etc. There we were offered freshly made tortilla tasting and home-made ice cream, completely done by manual turning, yes, true manual labor to get that ice cream. It was good on a hot outing day.
Here is a picture of the town church and the ice cream man.
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