Blogs from San Luis Potosí, Mexico, North America - page 3

Abbiamo lasciato Zacatecas da quasi 2 settimane...e ci troviamo a Xilitla nello stato di San Luis Potosi' Nella prima parte del nostro tragitto verso Xilitla abbiamo sperimentato l'autostop in Messico...e a dir la verita' ci e' andata piuttosto bene, infatti un signore Messicano ci ha portati da Zacatecas direttamente a San Luis Potosi' ma non voleva che proseguissimo facendo l'autostop...cosi' ci ha direttamente lasciati alla stazione degli autobus....aggiungerei fortunatamente...dato che da San Luis Potosi' ci volevano ancora 5 ore di autobus sino a Ciudad de Valles dove abbiamo preso un altro autobus per la nostra destinazione finale....Xilitla.... Una volta a Xilitla abbiamo incontrato il primo dei personaggi surreali che popolano questo villaggio....Silvestro....un uomo di 60 anni che ci ha semplicemente chiesto :"cosa cercate?".....gli abbiamo spiegato che volevamo un campegg... read more

I have been pondering the nature of compassion, or the nature of mine in any case, while I live in a country that has so many poor people while I am so comparatively rich. Walking anywhere outside involves the possibility of street beggars pulling at my shirt and heart, looking for a few pesos. How many of them really need it is hard to tell. I am pretty sure the bent over old ladies or the mothers with infants need it. There are also quite a few cripples in wheelchairs and makeshift hand operated bicycles that could use some help. How I choose to distribute funds to them is baffling to me. What makes me give out change to one old lady and not another? It appears to be quite random, based on the whim of ... read more

ok, so im in the bus station of San Luis Potosi waiting to head back to Guanajuato via Dolores Hidalgo (the buses to Guanajuato finish at 13:15!?!?!?). I went with this friend called DJ to go look for peyote in the desert (dont worry ma, its for spiritual enlightenment, seriously) and we had no luck. we ended up camping out in the desert which was REALLY cool. We then went to this semi ghost town called Real de Catorce, where there are supposed to be tours that take you out to the desert, but it didnt feel right. The guys would try to sell you horseback tours, and then whispering would tell you about going to the desert, and try to charge ridiculous amounts to go there. so in the end i turned it down. according ... read more

Tilting at windmills is a favorite past time of mine, not to be reserved for the chivalrous or the idle nobility. There is a Cervantino festival, named after the author of Don Quixote, in an old silver mining town called Guanajuato, in a Mexican state with the same name. It is a three-week affair held in October every year, and I was urged by my coworkers to attend it. An arts festival is how it is advertised, with artists and music and a good time promised. What it has to do with Cervantes is uncertain, since he was never there. A better choice to name a festival for would have been Diego Rivera, having been born there and all. The vagaries of festival naming in Mexico elude me. An arts festival sounds good to me, being ... read more

Driving through fog on an already brosk morning is enough to chill you to your bones, add to this a blast of air conditioning, an open window and not enough warm clothes and you have one cold Zoe. My legs were so cold that I took the seat covers off the chairs infront and draped them over myself and tried to hibernate under my rucksack. This is why most people travel with large fluffy blankets, the QVC sort with pictures of wolves or a Disney princesses on. Once the sun started to burn through the cloud the Sierra Gorda began to reveal itself, like a crumpled duvet stretched out as far as the eye can see. Pricked with cacti and shrubs, it certainly made for good 'staring out of window' opportunities as we twisted our way ... read more