When asked if one of his current theories was inconsistent with a prior theory, John Maynard Keynes responded: “When the facts change, I change my mind – what do you do, sir?”
I am no Keynesian. However, I am more than willing to change my mind when the facts change. And they certainly have changed for me when it comes to the livability of the Mexican highlands.
Just two weeks ago, in high and dry, I wrote about my first foray into Mexico's high country: "As we were driving through the countryside (and I must confess I did far more sleeping than looking), it occurred to me that I have seen landscape like this before. Not only in interior Spain. But also southern Texas."
The drive between Guadalajara and Guanajuato is the type of land I remember in Laredo during my pilots training days.
But I have discovered this last week that central Mexico's cities can offer a lot more than cattle ranches and cactus hills. The area around Morelia and Pátzcuaro looks a good deal like central Oregon. Hills. Mountains. And, best of all, trees. Real trees that combine into decent forests.
I am still in Pátzcuaro as I write this. But, during the next few days, I want to tell you about Morelia, the Rosario Butterfly Sanctuary, the ruins at Tzintzuntzan, and, of course, Pátzcuaro.
And, I need to do all that before I head off to Mexico City next Tuesday.
I would like to promise notes from the road. But the combination of internet connection issues and getting too involved in living my trip gets in the way of postings while events are happening. Even though I wish there had been some way of showing you the butterfly sanctuary while I was there.
So, sit back and, I hope, enjoy. Over the next few days I will tell you some tales of high adventure in high country.
