(April 3, 2010 ride, post written May 24)
Congregants gathering for Mass at a modern Catholic church enjoyed beautiful Sunday weather, as did we. Miles of vineyards and pastures edged the highway. Large trees rose from an oasis. The road curved into a forest.
By early afternoon, we were thinking lunch. Concerned that the support van would not see us parked well off the main road, we first decided to pass this tiny eatery. Fifteen miles later, we had not seen anything else promising food so we went back to the little pink butcher shop and grocery store with two dirty and crumb-covered eating tables.
The apparent owner/butcher/chef’s daughter eagerly wiped off our table. A bowl of tortilla chips, normally magnet for my hand, appeared to have been sitting out so long that I passed. Who knows how many marginally clean hands had brushed the same chips that would have wound up in my mouth! With a verbal language impasse and no English or Spanish written menu, the chef invited us behind the counter to the stove area. Larry is a firm believer that “a pointing finger is worth a month of Berlitz Language School.” His belief was affirmed when we looked at the steaming pots and pans, pointed appropriately, and wound up eating the best burritos of our lives. Of course, no big city, tourist pricing.
As we neared Nuevo Casas Grandes, evidence of the housing recession was found all around. Among the elegant, completed, homes were found shells of what would have been nice homes never finished. Our ride through Mexico has exceeded our expectations. As with so many of the other places we’ve visited, we
would like to return.
3-April Creel to Nuevo Casas Grandes, Mexico 265 miles
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