Full circle in GTO

I never wrote anything about Guanajuato, which I found to be a perfectly lovely town, which we entered via a network of underground tunnels, some of which used to be rivers. We camped for a few nights in one of these tunnels, just off the main square, and a third (or fourth?) night camped high above the city at El Pipila.

Guanajuato is a lovely town with tons of little parks, cafes, and markets. We visited our first museum there, the Diego Rivera House, which was small but did a nice job of showcasing his various styles. It was inexpensive to enter (20 pesos, if I remember correctly), and they even let Milo inside the courtyard so he wouldn’t have to stay outside. That’s right: Milo went into Diego Rivera’s house. We also visited the Mummies museum, which was really difficult to get to, expensive, and not that awesome. I didn’t realize until we got there that these most of these mummies were only in the ground for about six years before they were exhumed to make space for other dead. It made me feel bad to be gawking at these poor souls who had been denied even a decade of rest underground before becoming a carnival attraction. Lesson learned: don’t be buried in Guanajuato.

From Guanajuato, we made the short trip to San Miguel de Allende, where we spent a couple of nights camped beside Parque Benicio Juarez, enjoying the lovely town and its good food (we bought prosciutto, chorizo and bread and had sandwiches for the first time in a while).

We bookmarked our few days in San Miguel de Allende at the hot springs just outside town. They were a bit pricer than we thought they would be (100 pesos per person), but such a nice treat after some shower-less days and a month without the beach. On our way out, we had the great fortune to meet two lovely American couples. After several days in San Luis Potosi, we returned to spend Thanksgiving with Bill, Edith, and their puppy, Mosey. We also got to meet their visiting friend, Blakely, who invited us to come visit him in Florida! It was a great few days of extreme gluttony, culture (Bill and Edith know San Miguel well, since they first came in the 70s and now live here), and those intangible comforts of home.

I realized that this was the first Thanksgiving I’ve spent without any of my family, ever. There was the one Thanksgiving after my older brother’s wedding that they had their second wedding in Taiwan over Thanksgiving, but then I came to Chicago and had turkey with my little brother. So having a nice family to spend Thanksgiving with meant a lot to me. We even had green beans, which is an important Thanksgiving dish for me! We couldn’t have asked for better hosts. Thanks again, Bill and Edith and Mosey!

My photo-taking has dropped to a lull. Aside from the Lucha Libre fight in San Luis Potosí, I haven’t taken many photos. I’ve been focusing more on reading and writing.

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