Jun 302018
 

Today we travelled to our next stop, a colonial mining town called Guanajuato. The bus ride was only a couple hours, but we stepped off into a different world.

 

 

Guanajuato is up in the mountains. The streets twist around the central ravine and climb up the slopes. There are tunnels everywhere. It’s beautiful. We got in late in the afternoon, but there was no rain, so we were able to spend the evening wandering around and taking in the atmosphere.

 

 

For dinner, we picked a place on a quiet plaza but noticed all the Mexican tourists were going to the restaurant next door. So we did too. Had a huge plate of fajitas!

 

 

We both brought shorts and t-shirts because it’a summer but hadn’t realized how much cooler it would be at higher altitudes. Wish I’d brought more pants!

 June 30, 2018  Travel Tagged with:
Jun 292018
 

Our last day in Querétaro, we crossed the river and explored the quartier San Sebastian, which is outside the historical district.

After lunch at the breakfast place from yesterday, we visited the Museo de la Restauración de la Replublica, which deals with the overthrow of the Hapsburg Emperor Maximillian. From there we walked to the municipal museum, which is currently full of comic book paintings by local artists.

Two things stand out about the day though. First, there were no storms in the early evening. So we were able to see the city at night, which was a nice change.

Second, earlier in the day, The Beav saw an ad for a musical adaptation of Frederick Garcia Lorca’s The House of Bernarda Alba. We didn’t know the play, wouldn’t understand the lines but figured that, with the singing and dancing, we could make something of what we saw. Wikipedia said it was a play about a widow & her five daughters. What we didn’t know was that in this adaptation all the actors were men!

The theater was in an old two-story courtyard that was only half covered, and a storm stopped everything for twenty minutes early on. But the show must go on! And once the worst of the rain was past, staff mopped off the stage and the troop came back and finished. It was amazing.

 June 29, 2018  Travel Tagged with:
Jun 282018
 

Today started off with a great breakfast—a spicy bean and chorizo soup—and thank goodness, because meal done, we walked from one end of the city center to the other and back again (and again and again).

 

 

We finally have a sense of how everything fits together, but I think we’ve walked out feet down to nubs. Still, it’s impossible to walk and not see things and we saw tons. There was the Teatro de la Republica.

 

 

Also the 18th century aqueduct.

 

 

Then there was Querétaro’s Museo de Arte, which was housed in a magnificent building that caused The Beav to start singing “Hands Up!”

 

 

And last but not least, there were the street scenes and people watching.

 

 

By the time we got home (just before the rain started!) we were pooped.

 June 28, 2018  Travel Tagged with:
Jun 282018
 

Scientists have discovered a new method for chatting live and in 3D. It’s called drinking coffee with someone!

 June 28, 2018  Moments Tagged with:
Jun 272018
 

Our place is in the heart of the Old City, and it’s a great first landing spot: well situated with a rooftop terrace for having coffee and pastry as you’re waking up. (There’re lots of coffee places in every direction and a bakery half a block down from the front door.)

 

 

Our first shadow selfie

It thunders and lightnings all night here, but by mid-morning the skies are blue and clear.

We walked around today getting oriented and had lunch in a local restaurant where we ordered bottled water and again got juice and tap water! We didn’t drink much of it. (Sigh.)

 

Later we toured the church of Santa Rosa and a small museum.

 

 

The day ended with a huge storm. We dashed out when the rain stopped for a half hour to get tamales from a local shop.

pollo con mole, con salsa verde y “rib”

The streets were full of water. Back at the apt, we ate and began to read. Then lightening hit something nearby and knocked the power out. (It’s back on this morning.) Looks like weather will be like this for a few more days.

Ducking into apartment before the rain starts. Only just made it!

 June 27, 2018  Travel Tagged with:
Jun 262018
 

The day started early because we had to be at the airport for check-in at seven. We’d stayed near the airport though so we had time for insanely over-priced breakfast before the flight.

Day started with airport coffee

We landed in Mexico City at two and, from there, took the three o’clock bus to Querétaro.

Bus Station as Mexico City Airport

Querétaro is the capital of—wait for it—Querétaro and is pretty huge. We had rented an apartment in the old and much smaller colonial center through AirBnB. We’d used the site once years ago in New York right before the city started changing laws and regulations. Figured we’d try it again and were pretty lucky with the apartment we wound up in. So score one for the internet.

We were pretty tired when the taxi dropped us off, so after unpacking and a quick nap, we walked to a place down the street for dinner.

Dinner happened here

The food was great, but seduced by the name “agua de piña” and mistaken about what it implied, we drank tap water from day one. After my near-apocalyptic gastro at Christmas in Santo Domingo, this had me worried a bit, but it had been a long day and the drink was just too good to leave untouched.

So tempting…

Dinner done, we rushed back to the apartment to avoid the lightning storm rolling in. From there we called it a night.

 

 June 26, 2018  Travel Tagged with:
Jun 252018
 

Off for a few weeks of tramping around the mountains, taking in colonial Spanish architecture and eating some good food. There will be coffee. There may also be posts with pictures. We’ll see.

 

 

And because I can’t tease with my post title without going full-monty: Sergei Eisenstein’s penis.

 

 June 25, 2018  Travel Tagged with:
Jun 232018
 

This is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most singular and the most inexplicable that we may encounter. That mankind has in this sense been cowardly has done life endless harm; the experiences that are called “visions,” the whole so-called “spirit-world,” death, all those things that are so closely akin to us, have by daily parrying been so crowded out of life that the senses with which we could have grasped them are atrophied.

—Rainer Maria Rilke, quoted by Peter Matthiessen, The Snow Leopard

Jun 232018
 

The news from South of the Border (yes, that’s you, US of A) now operates exclusively in a rhetorical mode I’d call “the premature superlative.” Each day, an “-est” blares out from the news—the cruelest, the dumbest, the meanest, the rudest, something—and each day’s tomorrow reveals that in fact that day’s news wasn’t the cruelest, the dumbest, the meanest or the rudest, that the new day’s news is in fact worse, that the bottom (if there is a bottom) is deeper than anyone had suspected and that people are worse than anyone feared.

Sitting here north of the border, the horror show is unbearable to watch (but who can look away) and terrifying to think about. When Doug Ford swept the Ontario elections, I felt doomed, felt that the madness was infectious. Where the States goes, so goes the world. Or so it seemed.

It’s tough now to read the bleakness and resignation of my summer 2016 post on Trump’s prospects without wondering if, despite my careful hesitations and hedges, something in me understood my own family enough to know what was going to happen in that Fall’s election. Reading now with hindsight, I sound like a drowning man looking up at the small circle of sky visible through the water’s surface hoping to see a hand reaching down to pull him to safety.

Which brings me to Pride Month and the image sitting at the bottom of this post. I first posted it that same summer. I’m posting it again now because the idea that a presidential candidate—any candidate—actually circulated it seems like something pulled from a utopian fiction. After all, in the time since I first posted it, we’ve learned that I don’t even have the right to order cake anymore. I mean I can order and maybe get one if I’m lucky, but it’s not me who decides.

That’s where the States are today, and it’s sick-making to think about it.

 

 June 23, 2018  Reflections Tagged with:
Jun 232018
 

Elizabeth Kostova’s novel is a baroque return to and elaborate reimagining of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, only this time without any pretense that the women are desperate souls needing protection or that the men can save even themselves. It’s also extremely well written: the narration follows (in every chapter save one) a fixed pattern of frame and flashbacks recounted trough letters, journals or stories told over dinner that, once established, lends real energy to what is a very long book. The complicated reworking of the history of Ottoman Europe is completely fascinating.

I’m a sucker for vampire fictions whether written or filmed, so I often doubt my judgment about stories like these. For this book though, I feel confident recommending it to friends. For my part, as soon as I finished it, I ordered The Swan Thieves.

 June 23, 2018  Book Logs Tagged with: ,