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HOLIDAYS IN MEXICO. PART 3: GUANAJUATO.

... I decided to head toward the village, because I thought (yes, sometimes I do more than it should) that maybe it took something in the village of Guanajuato from the station bus. And I was right. Just over half an hour late in arriving, and Guanajuato, the twin city Alcalá de Henares, is in a valley where one of the few pathways are tunnels crossing the mountain. After reaching the village gave me a brief walk, backpacks and chest, looking for what was to be my home for the night I managed to find her. And after installing, is to leave things lying out there and catch the essence, I went in search of that would be my sidekick for at least that day. Ignacio Izquierdo. It is strange because it is a person you've known a lot but which I have never lived. Something similar happened to me 3 years ago when I came to Mexico to visit my friend Javi, whom I know since I was 4 years old, with whom I talk since we were 6 or 7, and with whom I had hitherto never lived together for several days under the same roof. I must say, indicate, point and reseñalar that Ignacio is involved in what will be one of the greatest adventures, if not most of his life, are traveling around the world, has since May of last year out of Spain, which my view is incredible and very worthwhile. And if you also gives us plenty of amazing photos and experiences through his blog: http://www.ignacioizquierdo.com/blog/. Well, after this brief introduction I continue with mine. In the lodge where I stayed had a terrace which had a refrigerator (fridge), microwave, sink and other equipment to the food demands autosastifacer you suffer. And besides that ... stunning views. Too bad that in the end I could not enjoy such facilities, but I know where to stay if in the future I fall for this beautiful city.

The view from the terrace of the hostel (Casa. .. I do not remember, but it comes in travel guides)

addition, the hostel owner, who lived there gave me a map of the city and explained what to see, where to eat and how and how soon to reach the bus station (and I insisted that I go to see the terrace). After all this contact via phone with Ignacio a little breakfast and went to the meeting point, where I was hoping reading that book I bought in Madrid for just 20 cents and that was my entertainment in times of rest or inactivity (until I finished it, and I had buy a larger one for 35 pesos, but that was much later). The fact is that while waiting, I thought about the risk he was because Ignatius had in Guanajuato from the day before, and as I was going to adapt to their plan, I could not see some of the most interesting place. But soon after, after meet, greet and catch up on some things and others in a cafe told me that the day before everything was closed, which was devoted to walking the streets with camera in hand and taking photos. Right now I can not you link your entry to these pictures because he has not published yet, but I will be cold and calculating and not publish until I will not either, so I put your link at the bottom of this post. Juah Juah juah!.
and coffee in hand in hand and orange juice in mine, was hatched our plan of attack to see the city. First we went to the theater where we had been, where besides the theater itself was not much more to see. Luckily I struggled a bit and took a good picture. No?. Well, the lights are a little loud, but ... can not do more.

The Teatro Juárez.

Teatro Juárez

After we went in search of Don Quixote Iconographic Museum, because for non-educated, I inform you that Don Quixote was written by Miguel de Cervantes and Miguel de Cervantes was born in Alcalá de Henares (Madrid, Spain), city Torrejón de Ardoz neighbor where I'm natural, and as Guanajuato is twinned with Alcalá de Henares it is essential to have a museum dedicated to the most famous literary character out of Alcalá de Henares, Spain and Latin America. Actually what I liked about the museum is showing numerous interpretations performed by two artists, both pictorial and sculptural Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. I even thought about what it would be my version, and basically with a vertical line and a circle was made, but surely someone has thought of before me, and it now has the chance to copy me, but you have to contextualize the work to acquire meaning (this phrase to look smart). As proof that sometimes leaves us intelligence, after walking a little Guanajuato were looking at the map to find that museum and after much thought we realized that we had in front. Go two!.
And how I do not remember the exact order of events of the day; I will quote more or less what happened to us. We were walking through the center of the city, visiting the "Alley of the Kiss", where a couple like Romeo and Juliet lived apart for social reasons but he moved in front of her in an alley where it was leaning a little to give kiss. I took a picture Ignacio emulating that moment as street people looked at me strangely because of my posture and behavior, but that picture is not yet in my possession. Sorry. Also we visited the market and some souvenir shops in the area. I leave a few pictures:

stalls selling dried chile. I assure that part of the tart (which is not the same here in Spain) on the left there is another hidden in the photo seller. Do you see?

I admire the electricians of Mexico, and this is not the worst I've seen.

This is a portion of a picture made with beads, I even saw the head of a puma on the size of a source for salads made with this technique. Impressive cast patience and time.

After mortar were eating with a friend of Ignatius, and when I say I mean molcajete a volcanic stone mortar-shaped giant serving meat and vegetables with the stone still warm. Delicious. For more information CLICK HERE (and to enjoy many more photos). After eating, with the torpor of a stomach full of food, exhaustion have been kicking and to stand almost at five in the morning, we decided to do the nicest thing you can do just eaten: see the famous mummies of Guanajuato. They have an age of few hundred years, and are preserved so well because they were unclaimed bodies and stayed for years and centuries in a room of a convent or abbey or something how ham drying five jacks. As least at present sets with glass partitions to separate them from visitors, but until a few years ago were flanking a passageway through which one could move, touch them, stealing their clothes or taking off body parts, hence the switch to the current setup. I do not know whether to say fortunately or unfortunately can not take pictures inside, and you have a bodyguard watching over the image rights of the mummies, but I assure you not very nice to see them there, extremely dry and brittle. Women with sagging breasts and empty, like two deflated balloons. Some with (buah!, argh!, Give me gag just thinking about it) their pubic hairs, mostly with open mouth grotesque form, many with pieces of clothing and household ... but the worst part was seeing a pregnant woman and her fetus was already a rista of babies who die shortly after they were photographed (typical photo studio) in the arms of their mothers. And after this moment ... macabre at the same interasente, some air was going well.

View from just above the museum of mummies. Right Ignacio in action.

After a breath of fresh air, again we are plunged into the deepest and darkest of human beings: a mine of gold and silver. More specifically, the entrance of a mine, the first 20 meters of 500 and something that has the mine. The atmosphere inside the mine ... moments of heat, cold moments, high humidity, shortness of breath, lack of light (because it was and the guide was the only one lit, and not efficient, the way) and fatigue were only 20 meters but the steep climb steps in such conditions let you into the chassis, and that we were not working!

The entrance of the mine, and our only source of light.

As already beginning to get dark, we went to a vantage point to take advantage of the wide range of lights that takes place in that short space of time is the dusk-dark to take pictures of the city.

View of the Cathedral at dusk. I have material (RAW) to try to mount a panoramic night, but now I have no time or inspiration. Someday I will.

already at nightfall, after an intense day, I reached the threshold psychomotor skills basal and decided to flee to my room, leaving Ignacio in the hands of eager Mexican beers and micheladas.

The next morning, Wednesday the first of the month, we went to San Miguel de Allende, a World Heritage Site. It is a city more orderly and less colorful architecturally Guanajuato, but it had its charm, and is considered a city with a typical Mexican. And basically what we had to visit were not more than churches, cathedrals and the historically important Atotonilco Sanctuary. And this is me this entry is lengthening alarmingly me much, I leave a series of photos.

Ignacio, one of his best poses.

My legs, one little resentful of both boot. But you do not give up so easily.

Candles, peace, tranquility, devotion, forgiveness.

Atotonilco Sanctuary, outside ...

... and inside, full of paintings by any portion of wall.

View of the downtown area.

preparing for the Mexican national holiday, tried to put a flag in front of the truck "right in the radiator? In the air intake?.

I make a point to point the way that usually accompanies me, because at the time I booked flights on the trip simply relying on the cheap in a few more or less predetermined dates. Turns out I had inadvertently raised very well, because the day 15 was Independence Day in Mexico (bicentennial) and Revolution (Centennial), which becomes the largest party, and more on the DF . And the very next day I had my flight back who started the 16 (Thursday) and arrived in Madrid on 17: my mother's birthday!. If, even without wanting to leave things very well.

typical Mexican.

Tacos gorditas, quesadillas ...!!!

Night falls in San Miguel Allende.

artistic picture. A component of one of the many mariachi bands that are taking the center square with the night shift.

And darkness fell.

Well, that night was when I was saturated with tacos and suffered the effects of too hot, resulting in THIS REPORT. The truth is I do not know how I drew attention in the lodge where we were, because my constant trips to the bathroom noise generated not very pleasant, and even in the downstairs bathroom sounded more thing, since as locked under the stairs to amplify the sounds ... you know. The truth is that Ignacio laughed heartily at my expense, the tear was falling and everything. Also that night I realized the tremendous effort and dedication he uses to keep her blog, because it takes a lot to select a few dozen photos from the hundreds of photos every day makes!, And even take to upload your photos (to treat them has a looseness that blew my mind, but I guess that makes you need more business). I got to tell you that in Southeast Asia could well throw 3 hours to upload the pictures, but there you have, up and update their blog at all costs and fighting tooth and nail against all mishaps that may arise. ( HERE is where he talks about the history of Guanajuato and Mexico, interantísimo). As the next night our separate ways, and we said goodbye in the light that we would see English land within at least a month.
Well, as has been demonstrated, if you are a good observer, one will find that I liked Guanajuato San Miguel Allende, which does not mean that he disliked me. I guess the colorful, urban disorder and the main cultural and spaces more attractive to visit Guanajuato.
Finally, leave a photo dedicated to Ignatius, would make a creative effort to put a title for such poetry with meaning, but on second thought I will not spoil it with words, let the photo, and a link to enjoy it.


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