We made it back from Mexico, and above you see a defining shot of the trip—the five-level wedding cake of a house we rented. It was every bit as sweet as it looks. Perfect for afternoon rum drinking and late night dancing. Mexico is an amazing place, and though we’d seen other parts of it, this was our first time in the north-central highlands—specifically San Miguel de Allende. The city has been a gringo colony for decades. About ten percent of residents are foreigners, and based on our personal observations, most are older, if not elderly. That didn’t bode well for nightlife, but it’s always a positive when it comes to finding pulp. We did our usual search and found a few items.
Overall, this vacation was not as crazed as Portugal—no major illegalities, strippers, or near-death experiences*. A tour guide we booked for a pyramid jaunt turned up dead, though. We spent part of an amusing evening in what we called the “three fingers bar,” where a guy was watching porn and saw no problem with it, and we later made inroads in a ranchero bar where the needle scratched when we walked in. You know the drill—the slow suspicious assessment by locals before the loudest and weirdest of them is elected to find out what the fuck foreigners are doing in their bar. By the end we were all pals. Maybe it helped that we had a huge bag of chicharrón and ordered our rum straight. Food and drink unite us all.
We’ll resume our regular posting tomorrow, and start sharing our Mexico pick-ups soon.
*correction—one of the nearest death experiences ever, but we didn’t know it when we wrote that. See here.
