Hotel Posada La Parroquia Zacatecas

Trod the whole of the colonial centre of Zacarecas in one day looking for a furnished apartment to rent - the centre sits in a dip, surrounded on 3 sides by steep hills and the cobbled streets wind around numerous plazas, fountains and, of course, churches, many of which are built of the distinctive local pink stone. Met some really nice friendly people while searching, including a local guy also apartment hunting, so we pooled information - he even suggested we share! Asked ...

... the ladies entertained with her Bilingual Computer. They were a very nice couple and we will do some work for them in the manana. It seems that the *********omic times are here as well as Antonio had no work (this place is his fathers and does not operate) His daughter who is 23 is out of work aswell. After a brief discussion on the world economy they left for home and left us to our own devices. The kids are tuckered out from their lengthy swim ...

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... that lived here at the time of the Spanish arrival. Zacatecas is the provincial capital of the state that bears the same name, and is recognized for its cultural excellence, impressionist architecture and the warmth of its people. It sits in a majestic setting surrounded by high hills the most dominant being the Cerro de la Bufa, a rocky peak which reaches 8,748 feet. This made Zacatecas the most northerly city on our itinerary as well as the highest ...

... in der Gegend sehr viel Wasser, sogar ganze Landstriche die Ueberflutet sind. Ein Mexikaner spricht von einem Hurrikan, der (aus Distanz) den Regen gebracht haben soll. Weiter gehts bis Zacataca, wo ich im Hostel gleich einen hollaendischen Kollegen mit einer Adventure kennenlerne, der gleiche Route hat. XXXXX I start and soon I'm driving with rain coat on. Fortunately only with few showers I drive along quite boring route down to Rodeo and finally do some kilometers in distance ...

... the corner where you can get a couple big pastries for like 8 pesos (like 80 cents). We stayed in Zacatecas for three and a half days, spending a good deal of our time just walking around the city. I never knew there were cities in Mexico like this. It´s beautiful there, and there are plenty of Spanish colonial cathedrals and temples that are absolutely stunning. The people of the region are known historically for their stone working ...

... And they like to have their good times very loudly (aka more marching bands). The next few days my Dad and I spent soaking up the charms of this fantastic city. Very laid back and beautiful and, most importantly, a lot of excellent food everywhere--if you're ever in Zacatecas make sure to try the goat soup. Last Tuesday I headed up to Laredo and picked up my new shock, arriving back in Zacatecas early ...

... the compère, swayed by her abundant charms, was more than happy to oblige. Several hundred hat-clad heads turned to gawk as an announcement welcomed the 'foreign guests' - a middle-aged Canadian couple, La Taiwanesa and myself - to the rodeo. We smiled and waved and felt like celebrities while Guillerme looked mortally embarrassed and tried to hide under his baseball cap. A few seconds' later the sound of banda - exuberant flourishes of trumpets backed by the 'oompah ...

... the hilltops and into your lovely room....you hear a call. The first morning we could not be sure what was being yelled. But the word echoed from the various side alleys and streets around our building. Over and over again. Sticking my head out our 3rd floor window I was spotted by the guy. "GAS"? he hollered up. No, gracias, I replied. All morning the calls continued....each vendor looking for clients ...

... the music finished and the crowd began to drift away. A crowd of boisterous teenagers, encircled us and, with one of their number proferring a bottle of tequila, began chanting 'Mas, mas,mas'. I grabbed Matt by the arm and pulled him along the alleyway to the relative sanity of a nearby street. Outside a taqueria we met Luis, who was also a little worse for wear. Somehow he managed to persuade us to go back with him to his bakery which he assured us was 'just around ...