Gorditas, A Huge Rock, & Good Music
October 4th 2008 I arrived in Queretaro around 8:00 p.m. The hostel I stayed at was cool. The owner was a young dude that used to live in the States, so his English was really good, but we primarily spoke in Spanish. He showed me to my quarters where I met Christian (an Italian dude...he was cool). As me and Christian got to talking, he told me about this town he just visited where there was a huge rock he hik
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