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all was quiet. The Sierra Gorda haC
a single room with twin beds and
private bath and shower. This hotel
was very modern in its fixtures.
There was a faucet for ice water,
although there was no ice water.
We were gradually being initial
ed into the everlasting tipping. You
tip in Mexico for every type Of
service or you don't get any. A
peso being very acceptable. For
dinner service we usually tip ten
per cent as we do in the United
States. Most of the time we make
it peso.
The food so far in Mexico has
been very delicious. I've had steak
for most meals. 1t has been so
tender and good and it tastes fine
maybe because / can't get it at
home.
We left Victoria about FIVE thirty
in the morning and continued on
our way, circling about in the
Sierra Madre mountains and ever
ascending. We kept close to the
sheer stone mountain walls on the
right. On the left there was moth
ing but vast yawning, gaping
chasms. The chasms' depths so far
below were dusty, misty, blue
green. Coming back we would be
on the outer edge of these cliffs
of awful massive beauty.
The DEVILS canyon, was just
that! Mrs. Harvey and l did not
care to stop and look down, down
into that. We ,shivered and averted
our eyes, as we saw where, here and
there someone had driven too close
to the edge and broken through the
railing.
We began to understand why
Juan had asked for Gods help to
make the trip and why if God was
willing we would see Mexico Cityl
There are no words to describe
the wild beauty that now unfolded
before our eyes. No post card nor
technicolor movie has ever caught
the true lush languorous beauty of
tropical Mexico.
We passed the Tropic of Cancer
at SEVENTEEN in the morning.
That was a thrill! Just a white
sign with black lettered words
Tropic of Cancer printed on it.
What thrill to remember the worn
old geography book which first told
US about the Tropic of Cancer and
now we were passed it!
The cattle were the chief traffic
hazard on the road. Cows, horses
and burros are allowed to roam at
will through the countryside. The
milk here is as rich as our cream.
The ice cream is SO heavy with
cream it is like eating butter with
out bread.
The farms are beautifully cult
waited. Sometimes gardens are plot
ted on the mountainside and almost
perpendicular with the ground. All
of the mountain farming is cult
waited entirely by hand. On the
level ground, we saw men blowing
with two oxen plows. According to
Juan, the farmers do well. They
clear 1000 pesos per year.
We passed burros heavily laden
with wood. Sometimes a man would
be riding a burro. He looked very
funny with his feet almost touching
the ground because the burro was
so tiny.
The highway was under constant
repair. Juan, our guide, said that
the average road construction
worker received ten pesos per day.
The construction workers lived in
straw huts by the road side. The
boss lived in a small stucco house
nearby.
About sixty miles from Victoria,
we saw mosquitoes in droves. We
also saw our first parrots. Juan
told US that the parrots usually fly
in pairs. We passed region where
birds are caught and sent all over
the world as pets.
Pineapple Farms
Now in addition to cacti and