Holiday Inn Salamanca
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- Free High-Speed Internet
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- Swimming pool
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... like I should speak it didn't help. My few attempts at English were met with blank stares and a longer, faster, and more exasperated version of their original communication. Rusty Spanish it was.
The Wyndham Silao was modern, clean, and did the trick. It felt quite safe, as it was filled with business travelers and families. Once settled, feeling thirsty and knowing better than to drink Mexico tap water, I headed across the lot to the strip mall ...
... sure that we had spent more time on buses than in a town, and all we wanted to do was be at the beach. The 5 hours finally rolled around and we boarded the bus to Oaxca with some Mexicans who thought we had lost the plot. The 4.5 hour journey flew by as we woke up in Oaxca, tired disorientated and annoyed we had yet 1 more bus to take to get to Puerto Escondido. Earlier we had researched buses to take from Oaxca and we gathered there ...
... move up or down. We were really stuck! It took several Mexican ladies pushing and pulling us to get us apart. It still makes me laugh when I think of our predicament. The man was not amused, but it was funny.
We were able to see so many really cool places in Guanajuato, but there is no point describing them, as Maestro Google or Wikopedia have lots of information about the interesting places to visit in Guanajuato - Diego's Riviera's birthplace, the Contemporary Art ...
... are only just subsiding. Mexicans feel very differently about death, skulls and the beautiful Katrinas ( skeletons dressed in all their finery) are portrayed everywhere just to show rich or poor we are all the same in death.
We are trying all the different dishes, discovered I hate cactus and they slip it into lots of dishes, food very different to the Mexican as we know it. I had imagined it all to be very spicey but a lot of it is very bland and has the texture of baby ...
... alone, at the door of my house. My friends live up the street from me so they'd dropped me off on our way home. I put the key in the door, turned it while pulling slightly on the door, and, nothing. The door wouldn't open. So I tried again, and again, and again. I pictured myself sitting on the steps until someone woke up, came up with a Plan B--walking to my friend's house--and tried again. Nothing. Then I came up with ...