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... of San Luis and an opportunity to chat more with Monica. We came home to extra spicy, home made chilequiles made by Nora and Moni whipped up an incredible smoothie with almond milk, bananas and cookies. Fortified by a good breakfast I set out to get to know the city. A colonial city, it is home to the typical architecture and the historic centre is classified as a UNESCO world heritage site. The plazas are filled with markets selling handicrafts and ...
... Toño, and of course his parents, Carlos Sr. and Blanca were amazing. I was welcomed back into their home and treated with such warmth and generosity it really was difficult to leave.
So this is goodbye again but I hope it's more like, hasta lluego y no adiós. ¡Envió besos y abrazos muy fuerte a todo la familia Villarreal y mis amigos potosinos! Ustedes tienen una casa en Toronto siempre.
... 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 ...
... go along with the thrill of riding, the trick is to pick your spots. There are some places that are better to lay your bike down than others. Taking into account all the possible things that might be on the road that could mess you up, some more visible than others, as well as drivers coming in the opposite direction (or even behind you), you're always calculating the worse case scenario. If a slip at a certain place means you go over a cliff or smash into an oncoming car or truck, ...
Why are there herds of goats feeding in the median, and along the edge of the highway? This question vexed me for a long while as I sped South along highway 57 through the high desert of northern Mexico. Why aren't they eating in the fields like other self-respecting animals? Then I looked at the fields (actually hundreds of square kilometers of stony dirt covered with weird little trees that seemed like cacti) and I understood. The Government ...