|Tumacacori National Historic Park|
|Inside the old church, circa early 1800s|
Somewhere along HWY 19, I spotted a sign for Tumacacori National Historic Park. Tumor... Tuba... Tumacaca... Oh well. Whatever the name was, I had to visit. It is an old mission, with a beautiful church, as seen above, and lots of historical artifacts.
The most interesting bit to me was the pair of Senoritas that cook up tortillas on a stone grill for a small donation. I was starving, so the hot buttered tortillas really hit the spot.
|Shady and welcoming outdoor kitchen, serving yummy, fresh tortillas|
I will leave you to read about the history - if you so choose - here. Today was a long day so I suffice to add a few snaps of what I enjoyed most on my brief visit to the church of the old Padres.
|Grinding stones lay under the shaded 'patio' of this structure|
|The cemetery behind the main church|
|One of many Barn Swallows that mistake Tumacacori for San Juan Capistrano.|