After months of tired and outlandish excuses like, "I have to work...," Nicole finally gave in and joined me on a red-eye flight to Léon, Mexico. Nicole, incidentally has been to some pretty interesting places around the globe ranging from Sri Lanka to Albania and Bosnia. Until last week, she had not been to Canada. And until this weekend, she had not been to Mexico. How about those apples? . . . or should I say manzanas.
After catching a few winks, we went into town and walked through the historical center of Guanajuato. Nicole snapped this wide-angle shot of the iconic church, which I believe goes by the official name of "Big yellow church" which is far easier than the unofficial name of "the basilica Colegiata de Nuestra Señora de Guanajuato." We continued our stroll through the streets and went to the Mercado Hidalgo to do a bit of shopping for some kind of memorabilia.
Nicole ended up buying a hand-made spoon rest and drip catcher thingy. Do they have an actual name? You know what I'm talking about, yes? We made our way out of the market and had some drinks in a nearby plaza where musicians kept coming to us like magnets.
A stray dog was also drawn to us, but soon clashed with the musician, whom the dog did not find to be terribly appealing to his ears. We slowly made our way to catch a taxi to the hotel. We then walked down to the tried and true BrasiTacos, which Nicole is standing in front of here. I shall quote her when she said, "You made it seem like much more of a hole in the wall." Unbeknownst to her, Nicole has changed a lot these last few years. Brasitacos, I believe, is the definition of a hole in the wall, seeing as though it is in fact missing a wall and its roof is corrugated metal. Nevertheless it has reliably good and safe food (*cough* Applebee's *cough*) and Nicole had a pair of chorizo tacos for dinner. After this, we relaxed at the hotel by watching American films poorly dubbed into spanish. We tried to go to bed around 9pm local time despite members of a school group running through the halls, yelling, and knocking on doors.
At approximately 1am, the fire alarm went off. Immediately assuming it was a fake, Nicole and I ignored it, though were now very much awake and our hearts were beating quite rapidly. Then it went off a second time. And a few minutes later, a third time. Begrudgingly we got dressed and walked into the hallway where somehow I became the leader of about 40 Mexican schoolchildren who appeared confused. After going down the fire escape and through the parking garage, we ascertained that this was in fact a disorganized mess and while everyone crowded in the lobby looking confused, Nicole and I went back upstairs to bed.
From its famous overlook at Pipila to shopping at the mercado to tacos and a fire alarm, I do believe Nicole had the full Guanajuato experience and I hope she had fun.
After months of tired and outlandish excuses like, "I have to work...," Nicole finally gave in and joined me on a red-eye flight to Léon, Mexico. Nicole, incidentally has been to some pretty interesting places around the globe ranging from Sri Lanka to Albania and Bosnia. Until last week, she had not been to Canada. And until this weekend, she had not been to Mexico. How about those apples? . . . or should I say manzanas.
At approximately 1am, the fire alarm went off. Immediately assuming it was a fake, Nicole and I ignored it, though were now very much awake and our hearts were beating quite rapidly. Then it went off a second time. And a few minutes later, a third time. Begrudgingly we got dressed and walked into the hallway where somehow I became the leader of about 40 Mexican schoolchildren who appeared confused. After going down the fire escape and through the parking garage, we ascertained that this was in fact a disorganized mess and while everyone crowded in the lobby looking confused, Nicole and I went back upstairs to bed.