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... getting an inadvertent tour of the city and probably arriving 2 minutes from where we began. Hey ho!
It was a public holiday, as well as a street performer festival, so the city was packed with Mexican and foreign tourists, making for a brilliant atmosphere through out our time. We indulged in a bit more culture, visiting Diego Rivera's childhood home and the old prison turned city museum. However, we aren't ashamed to admit that 3 main highlights were ...
... passes as we chat and enjoy the incredible food on offer.
After a long day on my feet I get back home to chill out for a bit before going to meet Carlos, a CSer from Guadalajara who replied to a thread I posted about making a trip to Real de Catorce. We meet for coffee and within half an hour are making plans for a camping trip leaving the next morning at 8am.
I'm sad to be leaving San Luis so soon but the desert is calling!
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 ...
... such beautiful people...oh dear.... I'm getting a little weepy just writing about it.
Anyway, I'll try to keep this shortish and move on... Carlos has been living in Barcelona for about 12 years with his most awesome girlfriend, Barbara. Chisa and I met up with them in Barcelona during our last trip, to Europe and the Middle East and we had so much fun. Carlos, Barbara, her parents(from Austria), Lily, her ...
... now it was raining steadily and fog and started to roll in. I wondered how much longer does this go on, can I go on? I was descending ever so slowly in first gear, hyper aware of everything around me. I kept thinking that there will NOT be a ******* shrine to me over here. This was thought partly in defiance, partly because I knew if I went over, probably no one would ever know. **** I had to stay alert. I passed a bunch of indigenous workers under a makeshift tin roof, huddled ...