We left the graveyard after dawn. Eric suggested "a stroll down to the river before breakfast." Why the quotes? Because the "stroll down" had to start with a "hike up" the mountain before you could get to the goat paths that would go down. After quite a bit of "up" half of our merry team decided to just sit and enjoy the view while the other half went on in search of "down." I was in the second half; unfortunately I left the camera with the first half. But we made it down to the river--fairly shallow, not too fast; could be waded if we felt like it (we didn't). Shore covered in rocks--maybe not a source of fascination to all, but remember I'm in Florida and we just don't have many rocks lying around (when we built a rock garden, we had to buy rocks, fer cryin' out loud).
Finally Glenn, Jenny and I decided that it was time to kidnap Eric and make him show us a goat path back up (there's an awful lot of "up" around here). We'd all been up since 4:00 a.m. and breakfast was starting to seem like a really good idea.
And then, alas, it was time to head back to the van for the long twisty drive back to Oaxaca. I would have liked to have stayed another day in Quiotepec; in all our wanderings we hadn't gone into the church (with the thick walls and the purple neon cross on top) and I would have liked to try baking bread with Isabel. But you can't do everything.
We stopped at a town partway back for lunch--at least we tried for lunch. A wall had been painted with a sign for a big Day of the Dead party, and apparently most of the restaurant staff had attended--Eric was told that everyone was too hung over to prepare lunch. So we just hung on until we got back to Oaxaca and a restaurant where the staff hadn't partied too much.
It was our last meal together--it was time to return to our separate ways, but we'll always have been, for a short time, a small family in Quiotepec. (Eric, aka Fearless Leader, is the one in the hat)