The Elusive Mazamitla Waterfall

Our Moon guidebook to Guadalajara had a few pages on Mazamitla in which a walk to a waterfall was mentioned. It sounded like a few blocks but ended up more like a couple of miles, up and down hilly cobblestone or dirt streets. The waterfall was in a quiet development of what seemed to be mostly second homes for Guadalajarans, like this:

Eventually we reached a sign that said it was still another kilometer to the waterfall, so we rested a while and I got a photo of Kelly. Then he and I went back to get the car while our friends hiked on a bit further.
I had chatted a little on the way down towards the waterfall with a couple of Mexican women coming back from it. When they passed us in their car as we hiked up and up a street near where we had turned around, they stopped a minute and asked if we had gone as far as the falls. We said no, that since our car was parked up by the church, we had been getting a little tired. In a flash, we were ensconced in the back seat of their car, and as we rode in style my feet were so grateful!

Our conversation was in a combination of Spanish and English. One of the women didn't seem to be comfortable in English, but the other one had often visited her father outside of San Francisco and her two brothers in Sacramento. I'm so often reminded of how closely intertwined our two countries are!