Fiesta Grand Chapultepec Mexico City

... The conversations were halted when our table was surrounded by a local band who sang loudly and very badly for ages. <br><br>The next day, since our group had bonded so well over dinner, we all went our separate ways. I went to a couple of art galleries, where as usual a Mexican came up and talked me through the history of everything I was looking at. They really are a very useful bunch. Opposite the art gallery there was an exhibition called ´'Inquisition - instruments of torture ...

... down my face and neck and lighting bolts erupting around us on three sides, than I have in a long while. We could actually see the bolts hitting within the remains of the ancient city, and the interval between flash and boom was getting steadily shorter. We scrambled down and squished back to the car as fast as we could in the pelting rain, and I have never been so happy that cars come with heaters. <br> <br> The highways were totally flooded, and ...

Se all'andata ci siamo concessi un hotel con qualche stella, per la fase finale siamo approtadi ad un ostello.<br>Il letto è piccolo, una piazza e mezza stringata, ma il lenzuolo è ancora più piccolo! Un francobollo di cotone. Ci organizziamo dividendoci lenzuolo e coperta, almeno riusciamo a coprirci.<br>Oggi pomeriggio la piazza è piena di gente per i festeggiamenti del giorno dei morti, ci sono gli indios che fanno le loro danze rituali davanti ad altari decorati; molti ...

... that it was a) next door to the US embassy and b) on the street --and particular section of the street --where the post-game, street-closing celebration was beginning. In other words, it appeared that we had not yet left the insanity of the stadium behind. In fact, John and I had to pass through the mob to get to our hotel, where we had left our packs.<br><br>There´s a vauge possibility that this wouldn´t have been a problem --except. As we were leaving ...

... looked at me funny... they weren´t too bad... and surprisingly I am not missing home food, although please dont anyone write to me in the comments about garlic and cheese fries... I may have to come home and kill you!... Please write back to me about everything and anything on email or the comment section below. Anyways the main thing is don´t anyone be worrying about me, I am loving it, the freedom, the change, the travel... it´s gonna be some year...!

... safe, so we were somewhat panicky, but without any need for concern we found ourselves back at the hostel. 15 October 2008 - Wednesday Maybe it's because I haven't been to many hostels, but I found this one to be in complete disarray first thing in the morning. Breakfast was meant to be included in the price though by the time we got to the dining area we literally had to scavenge. Not only for breakfast but also for eating utensils - a plate, spoon, knife, mug. It ...

... 7:30 AM and took a taxi from the northern bus station to the Centro Historico for 85 pesos. Our hotel of choice, El Roble, was full so we took a room at the nearby Hotel Castropol. The room cost $36 per night and is not bad and is not far from the Zocalo. The first order of business is to get to the Vaio repair shop and get the laptop fixed. We waited while the technician went through some procedures with the machine and ...

... and I was very happy to meet them and their family considering the how much a part of Becky's life they all are. Having said that... The night we showed up in Mexico City was actually pretty horrible, mainly because of the hostel we stayed in. It had been recommended to us by a couple people, and we had called ahead to make sure that there were rooms available. We got a cab at the bus station (which is the size of a small airport in the US), and the ride went ...

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... 2 stops I noticed that I was going in the wrong direction. My sense of direction is still in southern hemisphere mode, thats my excuse. 20 minutes and several stops later I'm back at the Zocalo. From the Zocalo I took a self guided walking tour if every plaza, cathedral and point of interest within walking distance of the historic center of town. It was a tough day for me. I broke my leg 7 weeks ago ...