Central America | Mexico | Central Mexico | Guanajuato | San Miguel de Allende – Hotel Real
I made it into San Miguel de Allende. It is a beautiful city, up on a mountainside, with cobblestone streets, and interesting little nooks and crannies everywhere you look. Most of the streets are only wide enough to fit one car, although often times there are two on them. It makes for many interesting situations. I found a hotel that is completely accessible. It is really beautiful, and they are only charging me $70 per night to stay. All of the rooms face inward toward an open courtyard and the swimming pool. I am planning on getting some sun tomorrow. It is Saturday night and I was thinking that I might go out and see something, but now that I am in the room and comfortable, I think I might go to sleep early, get up early, take a bath, and conquer the day. I think my Spanish is getting better. Or it may have something to do with this city being mostly English speaking. I found what I thought to be a tourist, white with blonde hair, and sort of a California accent. It ended up that he had grown up here and was just back visiting. The hotel is called Hotel Real de Minas, and it is located at Calle Ancha de San Antonio s/n CP 37700
San Miguel de Allende, Gto., Mexico
In a town like this, where the emphasis is on old and historic preservation, it was super nice to find a place that is as accessible as this. Plus the parking is off of the street. I found that I didnt even have the room to put my ramp down on the sidewalk, and when I tried to put it down in the street, someone ran right over it. I started reading these travel guides. Something I may have wanted to do before I left. I like to be spontaneous and off the cuff, so I feel like if I read them, I am going to ruin the surprise. However, they are packed full of information, and if I had paid attention to them sooner, I may have made different decisions. I like where I am at thus far, and hope to continue on the path that I am on. I spent most of the day driving today. I left the hotel at around eight thirty and made it here somewhere around three. It was a good solid drive. Nothing that spectacular to look at. It was mile after mile of cactus and desert. Oh yeah, now that I think of it, there was something that was super cool. Out in the middle of the desert there were these roadside stands that the local Indians had things up for sale. I didnt stop, I am going to do that on the way home, so I really couldnt tell what they were selling. I know that the one stand had three raccoon furs strung up. They were skinned and stretched out wide, so they the were easy to spot. I havent felt comfortable getting out of the car all that much. I got out one time to buy an oil filter for the van, and before I knew what happened, I had six guys surrounding the van and opening the hood and trying to check the computer readings. At first I started to panic, then I just threw a tizzy fit. I started yelling, in English, nothing is wrong with the car. Dont open the hood. No problemo. Esta bien. I ended up leaving the dealership with no filter. I thought that a certified Chrysler dealership would be a little better to deal with. I didnt feel any more comfortable there than I would have at one of those other stations. Although, maybe that isnt necessarily true. These other stations are just big block garage bays, all dirty and covered in dirt and oil. Ive rarely seen a car getting worked on by any of them. It seems that there are a lot of people here looking for work, and some of them have created their own jobs. You can drive down any highway, and at just about any time, you will see a guy or a girl with a box of something or other, trying to sell singles of whatever it is they are selling. Then there will be ten of these guys, lined up ever hundred meters, selling the same thing. Then there are these roadside diners. Not with any walls, or a kitchen or anything. They are just people, that set up a table and some chairs and that is it. I dont know what they are serving because Dan the gringo from Texas told me that I would get typhoid if I ate at one. I dont know if I believe him, but I dont want to risk it. I ate at the hotels restaurant tonight and I still feel a little like Im getting and upset stomach. I cant believe how nice this hotel is. I like everything about it. I like how the rooms are laid out. I like how everything, and I do mean everything, has a ramp going to and fro. I like the staff and the service. Im not sure, but I think seventy dollars would buy me something like a Comfort Inn and Suites back stateside. Listen to me, back stateside. I sound like I am out in the deep jungles of Africa, not a few hundred miles over the boarder. Ive read that there are a few areas that I am going to need to stay out of. They are over by Acapulco. I am planning on going over there to see the Mayan ruins, but Ill be sure to stay out of the troubled areas. I would go there, but after losing Devin, I just couldnt put my mother in that kind of jeopardy. I was thinking today of how I feel like Devin is going on this trip with me. I saw something today, I think it was a big thatched roof and was just so amazed and excited. I got this big smile on my face and knew he was enjoying this with me. I wondered if because he is dead is able to see and do everything, or if he isnt able to see and do anything. I prefer to believe he is here with me, experiencing what I do, seeing what I do, feeling the way I do. Im helping him to experience the rest of his life. Im going to stay here a day or two and then maybe camp outside of the city until I find someone that wants to help me continue on.