Wanderings of the Troubled Artist

Well, now that I wrote and posted about my first Oaxaca apartment, and then about the one I have just moved to, it is once again time to do some more time hopping and talk about where I spent almost two months during my time in Guanajuato and how that experience, and the fickled finger of fate (Ah! such nostalgia in those words!) led to my being in Oaxaca a few months earlier than I had planned on. I should add, after reading this once through before publishing it, that this post seems more about Rulla adjusting than about the room, so bear with me. At the time, making sure Rulla was OK, was high on my list of priorities. Anyway, to get on with the story, during my Guanajuato stay, I lived in two places. First I was at the AirBnB on the callejon Perros Muertos, which I have written about earlier within a couple of my early blog posts, but after that I moved to a room at the school where I was studying Spanish, and I will be writing about my days there very soon. I was not necess...

So I was into my third month in Guanajuato back in very early July, and I had hoped to have already made a number of weekend or one-day trips to other locations around that latitudinal belt of the country, but that had not been happening, as, unfortunately, the rainy season arrived, and it seemed to be a rainy season that lived up to its name, including much flooding in areas I had hoped to visit or at least cross en route to others. As it turned out, I had only managed a trip to Zacatecas before all the rain began, and I was getting a bit tired of being cooped up on those weekend days I had originally envisioned as days of exploration. And so once a break in the weather came, I had to jump on the opportunity to go head out, especially since my time in Guanajuato was very shortly coming to an end as I was just a week away from moving down to Mexico City and then Oaxaca. Real de Asientos is not a particularly famous tourist destination in Mexico; in fact, it is not really famous at...

Well, the day finally arrived, and the move is done, and my legs, thighs to be exact, are sorer than on any of the hikes or walks I've taken in recent times. In fact, those hikes were not sore-leg inducing events, but today's move with so many climbs up and down the stairs to get things out and ditto at new place bringing stuff in....well, there you have it. I am no longer in the Centro, the center touristic part of the city (even if I was in the outer stretches of it), and I am now within walking distance of the mountains. It feels good to have a more permanent spot to stay in. The Calle Colon apartment was always temporary and only until mid October, so that fact was always in the back of my mind, and weighing it down a bit in the process. But now I have a place and can relax. Now, mind you, I am not planning to stay here in this apartment or town forever. That was not part of the plan, unless I ended up feeling that Oaxaca was the be all and end all of places to live, whi...