At first I was going to dump this then yet-to-be-published post since it seemed so long ago and not all that interesting. Then, however, I figured that since I had already written quite a bit, it seemed sort of dumb to waste the words and all that fingertip action that went into committing them to digital "paper," and so after a bit of changing tenses and time phrases here and there, I published it after all... for better or worse.
Walking. During my first few days of living in Guanajuato I walked... a lot. My phone's step counter put me at about 16,000 or more steps a day, and an awful lot of that was uphill because that is just the way Guanajuato is set up - always walking uphill. I was just glad it wasn't humid there because I would not have survived the hills. I would walk, melt, and. . .end of story - like the Wicked Witch of the East in Wizard of Oz. Luckily for me, most of highland Mexico is pretty dry. Of course, it can be so dry that I need to use a saline solution spray for my nose, but enough of that tangental information overload.
Moving right along, I return to the topic of the Perros Muertos AirBnB (what a name!) where I was first staying while in Gunajuato, and which I touched upon a bit in an earlier post. The most striking this about it was the view from the veranda, and as you can see below, it was quite beautiful. There were chairs and tables out there, and so I could sit and just take it all in, and say "ah...." Of course, I didn't say that. In fact, I didn't even sit up there more than once, and then for only 2 or 3 minutes. Instead, I just took it all in in a brief pant of reflection, took a photo, and then said: "nice." Sort the of the same thing, I suppose.
Now mind you, it was not the cooking itself I liked because, in fact, I don't like cooking. Instead, it was liberation that was given me by having the option to just walk downstairs and fry myself up an egg without having to get gussied up (LOL, ok, well, washed up) to go down the hill and buy a cooked meal in a public eatery. I still hae to be somewhat presentable, of course, as the kitchen was a shared space in the AirBnB.
As you can see, what I was making has been simple stuff, but it was almost always accompanied by a beer, so it seemed a fancy and proper enough meal to me. My neighbors (see their pic below this block of text), from Orange County, CA (oh my, or was that San Diego??), tend to use the kitchen right before I do, and at times there is some overlap, which is nice as we have some chat time. Sometimes the wife had some extra of whatever she made leftover, and she kindly offered it to me, and I, being both polite and hungry, accepted most gladly. Some of the things had a bit of Filipino food taste to them, since she was originally from the Philippines, so that brought back some good ol' Cal State L.A. memories. As a footnote of sorts, they seemed to love Guanajuato and hope to retire there, at least part year, once their kids are done with college in a couple of years.
Anyway, that is all there was to say about the AirBnB because my time there was limited to a couple of weeks, after which I rented a room at the school where I was taking classes. That is also all there is to say because that is all I wrote at the time. Fortunately, I have some other unpublished blog scraps and unwritten memories of my time in Guanajuato that I will post....at some point in the future.
Walking. During my first few days of living in Guanajuato I walked... a lot. My phone's step counter put me at about 16,000 or more steps a day, and an awful lot of that was uphill because that is just the way Guanajuato is set up - always walking uphill. I was just glad it wasn't humid there because I would not have survived the hills. I would walk, melt, and. . .end of story - like the Wicked Witch of the East in Wizard of Oz. Luckily for me, most of highland Mexico is pretty dry. Of course, it can be so dry that I need to use a saline solution spray for my nose, but enough of that tangental information overload.
Moving right along, I return to the topic of the Perros Muertos AirBnB (what a name!) where I was first staying while in Gunajuato, and which I touched upon a bit in an earlier post. The most striking this about it was the view from the veranda, and as you can see below, it was quite beautiful. There were chairs and tables out there, and so I could sit and just take it all in, and say "ah...." Of course, I didn't say that. In fact, I didn't even sit up there more than once, and then for only 2 or 3 minutes. Instead, I just took it all in in a brief pant of reflection, took a photo, and then said: "nice." Sort the of the same thing, I suppose.
View from the veranda at the AirBnB
At first I didn't much care for the location of the AirBnB. I cursed it for being too much on the uphill side of things, but at the same time I cannot deny that the daily walks up and down those hills and steps were doing me good, blowing the carbon out of the carb so to speak. And then, as another positive, the streets were quite pretty and quirky and something to admire to some degree, even if I was hacking and coughing like an asthmatic chicken.
Another plus of the place was that it had a real, and rather large, kitchen, shared though it was. The novelty of having it there saw me cooking my dinners at home at home for a while. It was a bit of fun to buy the ingredients there since the whole grocery shopping in Mexico thing was new to me, things were bit different in packaging, branding, and in taste, though generally better there. Even the manner of purchasing things was at times different. You could (and this seems to be true everywhere) can buy as many or as few eggs as you want and take them home in a plastic bag. Of course, you can buy eggs by the dozen in a carton at the bigger supermarket, but what fun is that? Ditto with things such as hot dogs.
As you can see, what I was making has been simple stuff, but it was almost always accompanied by a beer, so it seemed a fancy and proper enough meal to me. My neighbors (see their pic below this block of text), from Orange County, CA (oh my, or was that San Diego??), tend to use the kitchen right before I do, and at times there is some overlap, which is nice as we have some chat time. Sometimes the wife had some extra of whatever she made leftover, and she kindly offered it to me, and I, being both polite and hungry, accepted most gladly. Some of the things had a bit of Filipino food taste to them, since she was originally from the Philippines, so that brought back some good ol' Cal State L.A. memories. As a footnote of sorts, they seemed to love Guanajuato and hope to retire there, at least part year, once their kids are done with college in a couple of years.
Anyway, that is all there was to say about the AirBnB because my time there was limited to a couple of weeks, after which I rented a room at the school where I was taking classes. That is also all there is to say because that is all I wrote at the time. Fortunately, I have some other unpublished blog scraps and unwritten memories of my time in Guanajuato that I will post....at some point in the future.
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