Mexico, like most of Latin America, has a wonderful bus system that makes intercity travel a breeze. The bus terminal felt like an airport, with a currency exchange, plenty of restaurants, and clean bathrooms.
We found the ticket counter for one of Mexico's larger bus lines, and paid the very reasonable fare. The bus was comfortable, clean, and even had wifi and personal TV screens. This was no chicken bus.
After a very pleasant two hours, we pulled in to Zitácuaro as the sun was starting to set. Even from the bus, the town looked wonderful, and we knew we were in for a relaxing few days.
Dinner was at a little taco shop by bus station. Vacation had started.
With full bellies and renewed energy, we walked back to the bus station to catch a taxi to our hotel. We were staying at a little bed and breakfast outside of the city, and they had emailed us a charmingly terrible map to help us find our way.
Thankfully, our taxi driver knew where our hotel was. Or at least he said he did. As we worked our way through the dark forest roads, we were mostly certain that we weren't being kidnapped. Mostly.
But we didn't have to wonder for long. Our taxi pulled up along a historic looking stone wall, and we saw the sign for Racho San Cayetano. We had made it! Even in the moonlight (or perhaps because of it), the ranch looked beautiful. But we didn't get to experience it for long. After 14 hours of travel, we were exhausted. We lit a fire in the charming little fireplace, and slept like babies.
