Capula is a magical place. A small town on the right that could be easily passed on your way to Lago de Patzcuaro, it’s a market town. We went for and strolled the streets for only an hour, but while we were there, we ate fresh pomegranate that they prepare for you, bought a hat to shield our heads from the hot sun, and met an old woman that had lived there an nowhere else for her entire life. I love Capula because it’s humble. The beauty of it isn’t the dirt roads, or different colored doors, it’s the feeling of family and community there that I don’t think I’ve gotten so strongly in any other place.