Category Archives: Writing: Travel: Mexico

In parts of my life, I seem to be surrounded by foodies.  Those that click on the television and watch the food network with zeal.  Some of the shows are interesting, but there are a few which are just food … Continue reading →

It always makes me cringe when I see something like this.  The five little girls twirling on the stage, music playing in the background, tutu’s wrapped around their waists, all performing the same dance, but each to a slightly different … Continue reading →

A few months ago, upon my daily walk up La Bufa, I stumbled across a thick cable that ran from the parking lot, over a valley filled the dirt-scraped-from-the-ground-scarred-remains of a mine.  Next to the cable was an open-air hut, … Continue reading →

So today we visited the Corona Brewery near Zacatecas. It’s a huge place, the guide intoned that it’s the second largest brewery in the world, after Coors in Colorado. The first three minutes of the tour was in English and … Continue reading →

In my room, trying to work, but my mind is wandering, too much coffee with my Adobada tacos this evening. This town is usually noisy, there are constantly events in the town center.  Every Thursday night a brass band plays … Continue reading →

Five blocks from the Cathedral Central, left at the fork in the road with the always dry fountain, is the remains of the Convent of San Francisco.  It was a convent from 1593 to 1857, and left for dust until … Continue reading →

My days in Zacatecas are spent sitting at a desk:  writing, adjusting with photoshop, playing solitare while listening to audio books or reading.  Usually at noon I wander to the market for food, but other than that, there is no … Continue reading →

I finally found a market so I don’t have to visit the Soryana. Soryana is the only large grocery store in Zacatecas and it is owned by, damn it, Wal-Mart. I visit it because they are the only ones with … Continue reading →

Saturday November 01, 2008 [This post is a continuation of the post called ‘Las Quince Letres‘ ] Saturday night at 10 I was sitting in the lobby of the hostel.  At dinner last night the German and the Englishman (for … Continue reading →