We arrived at Morelia in the night and it wasn´t such a great start as the both the bus and the taxi ride through the streets of Morelia took us past a load of strip joints. The hostel was packed and our room was tiny- sharing it with an older American couple. There wasn´t enough room on the floor for our bags and Noemi hates top bunks. So we went out on the streets to find another place. The hotels in the immediate area were bad reminders of terrible 80´s architecture or were principally for men who live elsewhere to visit the strip clubs and perhaps get lucky. So we grabbed our lonely planet and took a taxi trip to the other side of town. Luckily we found another hostel- built in an old monastery with private rooms the same price as our hostel.
The next day was better- the streets were full of people and the shops were open. Morelia wasn´t so bad after all.
Dresses for 15 year birthday celebrations.
Craft supplies are plentiful and cheap (and very colourful!)
We used the time to catch up on washing, some sleep plus wander the streets and try some of the local food. The main delicacy here is gaspacho, which isn´t a soup but a salad made of fruit topped with hot salsa, chilli, lime, orange juice and crumbled cheese. The fruit includes melon, papaya, mango, pineapple and the Mexican fruit jicama. Mango wasn´t in season here but it was still tasty without it- you can imagine how refreshing this is when it is really hot.
We left Morelia the next day for Mexico City reasonably early, but I had some time to run to the church that was described in the lonely planet guide as a ´set piece from Willy Wonka´s psychedelic spiritual dream´.