It was foggy. It was cold. The afternoon in Zacatlan de las Manzanas surprised us: it was as if someone had raised the town into the clouds. In an instant the streets were flooded with a fog that was so dense that we couldn't see further than our noses. There we stayed, without moving, absorbed in a scene unlike any other was had seen in our entire lives. Meanwhile, in the historic downtown, an enormous floral clock counted the hours in this beautiful Magical Town.