Hotel Don Miguel Zacatecas

... got any good shots, especially as I was shooting into the sun most of the time. Hadn't realised some guy on a horse stabs the bull in the jugular before the pansy will even get in the ring, so he doesn't have to do much cape flapping before the bull has his tongue hanging out, foams at the mouth and keeps tripping over onto his knees - then they stab it in the back of the neck with crepe paper covered sticks (3 pairs). After that, the matador returns with red cape and sword ...

... been used for years. There was one Senor there doing some work and we had a chat and he showed us around. There is some natural hot springs here and plenty of space to park. He said we were welcome to stay and didn't charge us anything. He told us how to get to the lakes in the area and where to get propane and some supplies. We unhooked and went for a tiki tour. At the big lake, Boquilla, we saw that there wasn't much access around it so we opted to ...

... that houses this museum was begun in 1567 and rebuilt after it burned down in 1647. The Franciscans had to abandon the convent during the Reforma, around 1855. The temple was in use until 1924 when the barreled archways were destroyed. Restoration and reconstruction began in 1966 and the museum opened its doors in 1990 in the old convent area of the complex. What we missed out on in Zacatecas was another art museum - that of Pedro ...

Mexico: 23 Destinations to Spend the Winter Months --------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Zacatecas No. 5 of 23 Destinations (this is not a ranking) --------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Zacatecas - The Surprise of the Central Plains Part 1 of 3 --------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Population: 115,000 Location: the Mexican Central Highlands, 610 km ...

... The hostel was run by the son of its founder, and it was definitely socially oriented. Beers were available from the fridge for $15 pesos ($1.50 US). Both nights we were there, Ernesto instigated drinking outings, which Jesse and I due to our good upbringings felt obliged to participate in. We met a number of fun travlers here, including two Swiss girls, a ...

... the Virgin said to be capable of healing the sick and thousands flock here every year. Next to the chapel stand three large equestrian statues of the victors of the battle of Zacatecas, Villa, Angeles and Panfilo Nateram The views over the town showed how colourful it was as well as being able to see the cathedral and old mission next to the square started by the Conquistadores. Now back at the camp for the night.

... The resemblance of Zacatecas was very similar to certain parts of the Phlippines. They style of buildings, signs, cars, were so similar. Mexico and the Phlippines were both spanish colonies long before which is the reason why they are so similar in resemblance. Zacatecas is a colonial city with wonderful spanish baroque architecture. There are stone paved roads which reminded me of the streets of Florence. There is some traffic here, but not too much so ...

"What happens in Zacatecas stays in Zacatecas"...so became our motto on the bus ride home. Another great weekend in another great Mexican city, which happens to be another UNESCO World Heritage Site (México seems to have a lot of them, and for good reason - it truly is a beautiful country!), August 3-5, 2007. After finishing a couple midterms at the end of the week, we were all set again to leave Guadalajara in ...

... and shouting abuse were the main tactics. One by one our players withdrew to the wall as the hapless bull turned this way and that, provoked by some new feat of bravado. The goal remained intact. Slowly, the opposition encroached from the rear. One of their number gave the bull a hefty slap on the hindquarters and raced off across the arena as fast as his legs could carry him. But it wasn't fast enough and the bull caught up with its assailant bringing him to ground with an ...

... that perhaps Sombrerete had been some kind of luxuriant dream. A long day's ride, interrupted by a spate of punctures, carried me across the flanks of the Sierra Madre Occidental to the edge of Fresnillo, one hundred kiometres to the south. The slender poles of adolescent yuccas, lined the route, their spiky green fronds as lurid as a Chernobyl toilet brush. By now I was in the tropics, although at two and a half thousand metres there was a discernable chill abroad ...