I spent just one night in San Cristobal de las Casas, but somehow I managed to walk nearly the entire town, visit a small village nearby that specializes in pottery making, take a four-hour nap, hang out in the center with my Canadian friends, and watch a movie. Then I left the next morning at 6am.



The pottery town is called Amatenango and the people there are basically old-school, pre-Spanish groups. They don't even speak Spanish! I mean, they do, but not at home or amongst themselves. I believe the word we are looking at here is called Indigenous.

I sat down for a bit and befriended Alberta, the girl pictured below. She is 24, and was very sweet. She said she paints about 40 of those birds a day. Oh man, if you could hear those girls talk, it is SO BEAUTIFUL! Like sighs of despair and love mixed together. Their language lilts and whispers. It is enchanting.


On my way back I caught a ride in the back of a Nissan flatbed truck. You will see a lot of these trucks being used as public transport. It cost about fifty percent of what a normal bus would cost, and the locals use them all the time.