Picture by Aranxata I fell in love with a Purepecha of Tzintzunzan. I have a picture of her clearly in my mind - sitting on top of the largest round Yacata, overlooking the lake; there is a hoop of silver in her ear; she is an expectant, confident young queen dressed in an embroidered white cotton shirt. Across from us on our left we can see a weathered cathedral and monastry, it's sweet yellow stone is visible through the trees. The breeze blows off the lake, combs into the pines and then washes back - bringing the scent of winumo.
Left wing commentary from the heart and the head