On Saturday we went out to eat at a restarant in Puente de Guadalupe, maybe 30 or 45 minutes outside of Maltrata. There's a strech of road that lined with restaraunts. We went to one that's apparently the best known, though I´m not sure if just for it's food or if it was also one of the first. It's a rustic style restaurant (which seems fitting for the area, surrounded by mountains). We orderd a consomé de borrego, mole de panza, barbacoa, tlacoyos, empanadas, mixiote, and memelas to share -- most came in huge portions! We also had piña coladas, served in the pineapple!
A man came by selling toritos (a cream liqueur made with an alcohol made from sugar cane) and gave samples. They told him I'm not from here and that it was almost my birthday, so he had me try all the flavors!
Later a trio came by and serenaded me with Las Mañanitas (the typical birthday song here in Mexico) and another song called Despertar (which is apparently a typical song when someone is serenaded).
|with my piña colada|
|the one on the right they call the bandera or flag since it is red, white and green|
Sunday was my actual birthday. I enjoyed chocolate (like hot chocolate) with my breakfast, with I'm told is a tradition for birthdays.
I got online for a bit and enjoyed being able to Skype back home.
Various family members (of where I´m staying) came over for lunch (about 20 people in total). They know I like avocados so they surpised me with avocados stuffed with tuna, as well as chicken and rice. They gave me roses, a beautiful flower arrangement, photos from my last visit, a box of chocolates, a scarf, a Jello Mold and a cake.
They sang Las mañanitas when they brought out the cake. It's a tradition in Mexico to take a mordida or bite out of the cake. I didn't want to because its also a tradition to then push the person´s face into the cake. One of the family members said she would protect me so I went to take a bite and of course ended up with my face in the cake!!
|avocados filled with tuna and my roses|
|Jello Mold, flower arrangement and roses|
|after the mordida|