San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, 2005
My little sister getting married isn’t the only surreal thing about being back in Texas. May always seems to be spent in Texas preparing to go somewhere. Last year Chris and I flew in for Hannie’s graduation and Han and I prepared for our tour of Europe and North Africa. In 2006 I’d just moved home from reporting in South Texas to plan our wedding (in TX) and honeymoon (in Ireland). Chris and I graduated from Texas A&M University and left the next day for a week in central Mexico on an engineering field trip in 2005. So we’re finally arriving at the point of this post—Mexico in May.
Queretaro, Mexico, 2005
But the Mexico I’m thinking of is the one Chris and I visited that summer four years ago, when we flew into Leon and drove to Salamanca. Everyone stayed with host families of students who attended TAMU’s sister university, University of Salamanca. We spent a day in Queretaro, another in San Miguel de Allende, and spent a night or two in Guanajuato. Chris got sick and opted out of the most boring tour (and we toured an elevator factory, a tanning factory, etc., so there were some doozies) and while I was in coveralls and work boots riding a bus to yet another factory I look out the window and see Chris under a palm tree sipping Mango Boing with a straw. Not the highlight of the trip, but memorable anyway….
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University of Guanajuato, Mexico, 2005
Left to fend for ourselves in a square in Queretaro around sunset, Chris and I followed the tolling of a bell to a huge cathedral mid-Mass. A line of nuns marched by and we followed them to another cathedral nearby. We walked down an ally and both of us stopped mid-sentence and backed up of one accord to peer into an ally/restaurant we’d just passed. We didn’t even talk about it; we just went in and sat down. We split a cake and something to drink as a fountain trickled behind us and the evening cooled. Then we went and sat by a fountain in another of the plazas that checker-board the city and watched pigeons and families. “Whoa, this must be what Spain is like!” I thought. Wrong. It’s much warmer, friendlier, tastier, less crowded, not obnoxious, European-free, and another bonus: you can actually understand the Spanish spoken here!
Chris and Mari, Calle del Beso, Guanajuato, Mexico, 2005