Timmies
Lowe and I hopped on the bike and went off for a ride out of town one morning, after first stopping off to enjoy the view from up above.
The landscape has gone from brown to green in a matter of days. The Laja River flows past San Miguel to the Presa Allende reservoir.
The first thing developers do in Mexico is build a humongous grand entrance to their planned neighborhood. Very often this is as far as the development gets. Sometimes, as in this case, not even that gets finished.
Looking out across the reservoir.
On our way back into town we stopped off at a Saturday only BBQ place. You’d think that little dog would be fat and content living here, but he mercilessly chased every motorcycle up and down the street, including us, clutching out take-away containers.
Ouest needed to go in and have her wisdom teeth stitches removed, which meant a trip back to Queratero. Last time there I’d noticed a Tim Hortons, and I thought, “Ha! Our Canadian friends are in Japan, so I’ll order some poutine and send them pictures to rub it in their face.” Well, pretty much anyone who has ever been to Canada will realize my mistake already (note: I’ve been to Canada plenty). Somehow I was always under the impression that Tim Hortons was sort of like a Denny’s, or an IHOP or something. Imagine my terrible disappointment when I walked in and found myself in a Dunkin’ Donuts. Or at least that’s what it looked like to me. Why in the world is there such hype for Timmies? Ouest ordered a “frozen cap”, which I’m pretty sure was just a cup of sugar with syrup poured over the top. We then walked right back out and drove to the IHOP.
Morning walk to Spanish class. I don’t usually tag along, but felt like getting out myself this morning.
I’ve had Heineken, of course, but I really don’t think I’ve ever willingly purchased a Heineken. Unless the bar was completely out of other beer, or everything else was warm and the only remaining cold thing in the fridge was this green water bottle. I’ve just never understood its popularity. I really can’t grasp the purpose of it in Mexico. This is really my only reason for this picture.
She said yes! To the tamales.
When the rains do come, they tend to come very hard for a very short period of time. In a town of cobblestones, this makes for some instant rivers.
