Our preparations were made at Santa Ana; at the home of his parents we were hospitably welcomed, and chocolate and bread were furnished, before we started on our journey.
While this refreshment was preparing, we visited the old church, in front of which stood an aged cypress tree, hung with gray moss and blazing with red flowers.

We also entered some of the houses, where, on domestic looms, the _serapes_ for which the town is famous are manufactured.

We visited also a private school for girls, established by a Senor Barela, who is noted as the first to introduce the industry of weaving wool into this community.

While the memory of this gentleman is held in high esteem by this people, that of his wife is by no means savory.

It seems that she was an avaricious, vain and selfish woman, with no sympathy for his schemes for the betterment of the people.