Patzcuaro. The United Nations named it one of the 100 Historic World Treasure Cities, and if you just got rid of all the cars, you could really feel like you had stepped back in time here.

The town has one of the greatest plazas we’ve seen anywhere. It’s huge, clean, surrounded by towering trees, cobblestone streets, and adobe buildings built who knows how long ago. It’s always full of people, and is where we spend the majority of our time when we’re here.

A couple minutes after this picture we followed that lady up those stairs. She was old and struggling so I asked if I could carry her bags, then I realized that that wouldn’t be enough and she could use a hand. So I walked up the stairs ever so slowly while this sweet lady talked my ear off at a speed and language that I could not decipher a word of. My Spanish isn’t great, but it’s not terrible, and I can usually get by okay. But I didn’t get a word out of her mouth. Meanwhile Ouest walked behind us the whole time listening and grinning. When we got to the top of the hill Ouest asked me, “What was she saying?”

“I have no idea, honey.”

“But you were smiling the whole time.”

“That’s because I didn’t have any idea what she was saying.”

May 31, 1997, Ali and I were married. Twenty years later all she’s got to show for it is an Airstream and these three.