I had vaguely planned to get a bus out of the city and visit lake Chapala today, but waking a little later than expected (probably due to the margaritas) and being invited to the Sunday market persuades me that maybe it's best left for another day.
Although apparently one of Guadalajara's smaller markets, the vibrant colours of pyramid stacked fresh fruits and vegetables, the enticing smell of tortillas con carne and the gentle buzz of Mexican shoppers is a wonderful insight into the culture. Sitting down to lunch, I opt for a beef and veg filled tortilla and am recommended a delicious traditional rice and cinnamon drink called horchata; the perfect compliment to my meal. The tortilla is so yummy I get another to take home for later. Accompanying the gentle lunch chit chat is a nearby guitar player strumming traditional music. He has a face so weathered by sun and cigarettes that he looks like Iggy Pops father but the music is good and his image just adds to the atmosphere. We return home laden with bundles of shopping for the week, enough to feed all 8 of us living in the house and I sit down to my second tortilla of the day.