Hell’s Half Acre

Last night we headed into Saltillo historic center and I, personally, was rather dissapointed. The cathedral is quite pretty, but for me, nothing can top the parroquia at Dolores. Anyway, we walked around a bit but the feeling was somewhat disquieting. In Dolores, I felt quite invisible; even though we’re the guera family . . . → Read More: Pardise in the Sierra Madre

What an enormously long day. The AAA map said the drive from SLP to Saltillo should be 4.5 hrs but we managed to do it in 8. We had a few stops and one long one for lunch, but we realized, once seeing the mileage, that you’d have to average 100kph with no . . . → Read More: Saltillo

The hills and mountains are green. Green in the desert is a strange color. Yellow wildflowers blanket the hills where long grass has grown. Calves and baby sheep graze along the highway, guarded by young shepherders as school ended weeks ago. Mexican families load up vans and autos and even taxis and are . . . → Read More: Springtime in the Highlands

So we’re back at the trailer, and coming into it, after spending a week in a hotel, I am almost certain that the hotel room is bigger than the entire trailer. We are doing a very good job of filling it though; not only with ourselves, but it is bursting at the seams . . . → Read More: My name is Kathy, and I’m an addict

So a funny thing happened on the way to San Miguel. We hit the playground to let the kids play with some gringo kids and explored a bit – enough to find a bookstore with books in ENGLISH and….tadummm…..THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE!!! The bookstore was expecting a new shipment the next day and . . . → Read More: Potterville