La Casona De Los Vitrales Zacatecas

... but some bright spark decided to set up a huge half empty VIP area in front of the stage for pass holders only, then close off another huge area which was left empty except for security and then all the people were crammed in the back half of the arena, so the people for whom the concert was supposedly for couldn't see more than specks on the stage & the atmosphere was lost. The band even mentioned the stupidity of the set up - I voted with my feet and left in disgust!

... a box of birds again. Galen on the other hand is plagued by a chesty bronchial type cough. When we get to PV we will get some antibiotics for him. This cough has lasted for a long time and wakes him up at night. We are just sitting having desayuno en el RV with Haley finding our next stop. One thing we found is that we don't know **** about the spanish language! But we have managed with what we know and have even told a few jokes. Education will be ...

... all over the world. I scurried around the various rooms clicking away with the camera. The pictures do not really do the masks justice. Flash photography and tripods were forbidden so the pictures you see here are not ideal but they do give you an idea of the variety and numbers of masks. They came in many sizes, shapes and colours and were made of many types of materials. Some were carved wood, others shaped from animal skulls while ...

... WOW" Factor - good on the "Crusty Bun" Factor Reasons To Not Make Zacatecas Your Choice for a Long-Term Stay - it bears repeating, although I am getting tired of it, that the night time temperatures on the Central Highlands can reach near freezing - low night time temperatures are particularly relevant here in Zacatecas due to the 8,000 foot altitude which makes it the highest place we visited during our discovery tour ...

... We were a little under dressed for this hotel but we enjoyed sleeping outside the van for a change. Did a day trip out of the city to the magic zone, which is a stretch of road that seems to slope downhill but if you stop your car and let it roll it will go backwards. Had lunch in Comala which is a town know for free snacks so needless to say we only bought some beverages. With hustle and bustle of ...

... marching bands. A love that I fully support. Every time I hear a marching band (at least once per day) the supressed band geek inside of me swells with pride. The next morning, sitting on the roof of our hostel, Dad and I met a simply wonderful man named Paul from Northern California. Paul lived in Mexico in the mid 1950s and had become a bullfighting afficianado. It just so happened that he was going to a ...

... in the beginning that if the crowd didn't stop cheering he won't stop singing. The music itself was great for the first few songs, and then they started to all sound the same to me. However, to everyone else, the songs were getting better. I had no clue. As the concert ended, we all said adios to the Palenque and Vincente. With an adios, we received a big Bienvenidos outside of the Palenque. We were greeted with tons of acoustic bands called Tamborasso ...

... As I regained my feet, I could sense the irate beast closing in on me from behind. Adrenaline surging, I struggled to get away, but it was too late. A freight-train impact to the rear end lifted me up and propelled me through the air. I fell crumpled in a heap at the foot of the wall. Time slowed right down. The animal was there above me, poised to strike again. The sun had disappeared behind its silhouette. I expected the worst. Voices closed in. Feet appeared. The ...

... plaza by the market house. The band played on and couples began to dance. A group of half a dozen students came over to say hello. They wore string necklaces from which hung small earthenware cups. Two more necklaces were procured from somewhere and we put them on. Introductions complete, we were directed to an old lady who carried a large vat full of translucent liquid. Beside her stood another woman with a basket of salt-coated limes. A moment later, with a cupful ...

... up at Cathedral San Fernando at four bells that day when the restaurant opened but Collins insisted that we´d be fine and that there was noooo need to make a reservation on a Monday night. I stupidly listened and upon returning at 8, they were booked out. I was utterly devastated and that night, I could only dream of what could have been.... Next day, still nursing my broken heart and a hollow tummy, we hopped on a bus for Guanajuato