Holiday Inn San Luis Potosi Quijote
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- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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I'm not usually one for going back. With few exceptions, I tend to cut ties once I leave a city. Not sure exactly why but it seems to happen and I have very few lasting friendships from these extended excursions into strange lands and none from the city of my birth where I spent the first 30 years of my life, Montreal.
So here I am, going back after 16 years to San Luis Potosi. I was a little nervous because I ...
Thanks to everyone who has been following me on this journey and especially those with kind words after the last two posts. It helped me feel a little better.
I am fortunate to have four places in this world that feel like home and I am in one of them now, the city of San Luis Potosi. When I travelled around Mexico and Central America over 15 years ago, I met a wonderful person named Angélica. Through her I met ...
I rode on and things got worse real fast. There were now big construction trucks along the road, empty because of the bad weather. Still I continued until the road was no more, no more pavement that is. I was now on hard packed dirt and it was down to one lane, the rest of the road was taken up by a thick covering of gravel. The hard packed dirt was the obvious better choice but it was also closest to the precarious cliffs that went straight down.... very far.
Why are there herds of goats feeding in the median, and along the edge of the highway? This question vexed me for a long while as I sped South along highway 57 through the high desert of northern Mexico. Why aren't they eating in the fields like other self-respecting animals? Then I looked at the fields (actually hundreds of square kilometers of stony dirt covered with weird little trees that seemed like cacti) and I understood. The Government ...
... in the bus station around an hour late. The bus driver didn’t seem to care, so I guess that’s all that matters, eh. The night before my departure my two friends, Derek and Fanny, and I were pretty much told we were being followed in order to be mugged and were ushered quickly to our car by two security men. It was when they asked for money for their kind service that we realised they were the ones to worry about. It all worked itself out ...