It rained a bit, which wasn't surprising, seeing as it's one of the highest inhabited areas in Mexico. What was surprising was that this meant that the electricity got cut off whilst we were down in the Acosta Mine. Our guide was the only person who had a torch, but he wasn't scared in the least, because he used to be a miner. The rest of the tour group weren't so enthusiastic.
The English weather also seemed appropriate, as the Cornish played an important role in the town's development. English history runs throughout the town, including the Panteón Inglés (English Graveyard) which is full of the Cornish names of miners who lived there. To this day, pasties (or pastes) are sold all over the place, making it feel like a Cornish town in Mexico. The only thing missing is the sea.