Well we finally figured out our little town by the end of our trip. On Monday's we would get fresh chicken's from the chicken lady, and also venture to the vegetable market and pick up our amazing produce for the week. We figured out the sound of the horn for the tortilla man, which was just in time because we had bought out all the flour tortillas in the town store. When the kids heard the beeping they would go running down to the road, pesos in hand to buy a stack of warm fresh tortillas from the coolers in the back of his truck. They would take turns paying, carrying the bag, wrapping them in a cloth and putting them in the bowl, of course not without sampling a few first. Something so simple made them so happy. One of the best discoveries was the cake lady's house. You would go knock at her door and buy slices of whatever cake she made that day (for those of you who do not know, Mexican cake is AMAZING and pales greatly in comparison to anything we call cake here). And the Mexican popsicles, don't even get me started! We loved stumbling upon the Popsicle man, or hearing the faint sound of his bell and sending Papa running. We also ventured out of our little town to go to Zihuatanejho where we spent some beautiful days...driving way way up to breathtaking views, the kids sippin' coco frio's on the beach, and one of the best moments was seeing the huge catch from a fisherman using nothing but a hand line. We had such great adventures. Adios Mexico.