On Monday, April 13, we went as planned to the resort at Metepec for a few days. Mario Gerardo (Margarita's son) went early in the day with Cesar and his family to fish at the nearby lake, Amatzcalli. The rest of us drove up in the van. The fishing was good. Stephen and I caught four fish, not really thinking about what we would DO with four fish. But we added them to the fish that Cesar, his sons, and Mario had caught, and we shared them with the group at a restaurant at the lake where they prepare the fish for you and serve it to you immediately.
This is Uriel waiting for one of the huge trout to get hungry.
While Uriel and Uziel were still fishing, Cesar was overseeing the preparation of the fish, and the rest of the crowd were waiting...(l-r) Luis Rene, Pedro Pablo, Margarita, Lindsey, Adrienne, Mario, Connie, and Stephen.
Here, left to right, Uziel, Uriel, Connie, and Cesar prepare to feast on the much anticipated Big One.
The resort itself is a converted textile factory. The sounds from the hallway echo through the huge guest rooms. This is just the reception area.
Nothing is air conditioned, but the windows really open, so the rooms stay cool. The restaurants were wonderful, and so was the elote (corn) sold from a cart near the indoor pool. I chose my elote to be on the cob, which is skewered, then slathered with mayonaise, white cheese, and chili powder. Not what I was expecting for my "healthy" evening snack, but very tasty.
The resort was originally opened for Mexican citizens who qualified for Social Security--you didn't have to be a certain age at that time. It has several pools, a ropes course, musical area, helicopter pad, and peaceful paths to walk among the trees. Stephen and I believe that the original factory must have had beautiful architecture to begin with, but the whole complex shows careful and diligent maintenance.
The town surrounding Metepec has a variety of choices when it comes to finding a decent quesadilla. I went to the vendor recommended by Mario and Luis Rene.
Some of the homes in the town were quite grand, while others were more indicative of a grand past, or a loving family.
Although this looks like a melting Hershey's kiss, it's actually a reminder that Metepec in Old Mexico is like Roswell in New Mexico: known for its UFO sightings.
