The sun was setting as we descended over Michoacán. This land is known for its lakes and thousands of small watering holes shimmering below illuminated our path as we move closer to Morelia. The beautiful colonial city sits just to the south of the massive Lake Cutzeo which feeds the surrounding agricultural land.

The landscape is lush and green, but not tropical. Pine and oak forests stretch across the rolling hills out past Urupan to the west where a volcan juts out of the already rugged landscape abruptly. The stark cliffs of the transversal volcanic belt encapsulated the fertile valley and connect with the Sierra Madre Del Norte. This is agave country.