Hotel Amatlan de Quetzalcoatl
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Pets allowed
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... days I have started to notice a lot of differences from the US:
-The driving here is crazy and I don't think I could ever get used to it or even try driving here. There are speed bumps everywhere to slow down traffic, there are sometimes 3 or 4 lanes when it seems there should only be 2 but people just make room and squeeze themselves in. They also drive so close together I could reach my hand out and hold hands with the people in the next car over. ...
... than see them defaced. Recently a process has been developed in Tepoztlan to restore the frescoes and bring them back. We then toured the church of the Natividad. It was wonderful, there were many colorful side alters and the main alter was adorned with many lights. It was by far the brightest and most festive church I have experienced during my trip.
Many in the group decided to clime to ...
Guanajuato is an old colonial silver mining town built for that purpose alone. Thus, it is located in a completely improbably spot--in a gorge surrounded by steep mountains. The colonial center is at the bottom of the gorge, but most of the population lives perched on the hillsides around it. My hotel is up one of these hills on a callejon, which is basically a little alleyway. But here, most alleyways are staircases due to the way the city is ...
... lost in this town and I like to keep my head on straight in foreign countries, particlularly when Iīm toting a $600 camera. But no one else did. Todd Laufīs mexican doppelganger, Luis, ended up belly down on a bar table sleeping with his feet on the floor and a trickle of drool coming out of the corner of his mouth. He didnīt actually look that much like Todd except for a really round face thatīs always cracking up about ...
... book so I could show him where I wanted to go (and negotiate the price). He flounced around to the back of his car and slammed the lid of the boot/trunk. How fiery of him! I called him back, showed him the address, and asked how much. He told me 40 pesos. I told him that mi amigo dice 30 pesos. He stuck to his guns at 40. I caved.
At the end of a ten minute taxi ride through cobbled, really NARROW roads, I turned up at the brown door in the red wall ...