Restless and not ready for sleep, I was scrolling through the images of our Mexico trip and came upon the seven-shot sequence I snapped shortly after our arrival (following a long walk across the city) at the landmark and historic Queretaro Aqueduct, started in 1726 and completed in 1738.
I’ve had little luck the last few tries with the stitching program I employ to put my panoramic shots together, and so when I loaded in the images I did so with little confidence it would work the first time out. Too my entire surprise, it did and allowed me to turn insomnia into something somewhat productive and share with you the vast majority of the 4,400-foot long Roman-style water project that while now long dry did in its day 270 years ago quench the freshwater needs of the burgeoning city (click to humonginate):
I wonÂ´t even try to figure out where to begin. WeÂ´ve seen the Toltek ruins in Tula and while there found a hole in the wall eatery in townÂ called Parrillada Country that wasÂ a tasty treasure. We Strolled theÂ richly historicÂ streets of the colonial section of Queretaro and marveled at its remarkable collection of churches big and small along with its 280-year-old aqueduct, and since Monday have been here in Guanajuato at theÂ HotelÂ Posada Santa Fe, our base ofÂ operations from which weÂ´veÂ just been exploring exploring exploring: Diego RiveraÂ´s childhood home, the mummy museum, the municipal cemetery, the Alhondigas (from which the decapitated heads of MexicoÂ´s revolutionary leadersÂ were hung on orders of the Spanish government in cages for 10 years, the hooks are still there… fortunately the heads were entombed in Mexico City after independence was won), the Don Quixote Museum, the underground transit tunnels, more museums and, of course, churches, churches, and more churches.
I apologize for the blog silence this past week. There are only two internet computers available at the hotel (which we didnÂ´t even know about until yesterday)Â and I didnÂ´t bring a laptop — and thatÂ´s just as well as I wouldnÂ´t have had the time or energy to recount anything at the ends of our full days loade with (almost)Â enough margaritas, plenty of cervezas, wonderful food, countless places of interest, the excellent occasional company of former Blogging.la contributor and Echo Parkian Hexodus, whoÂ´s a temporary expat down here studying Spanish history at the university (and who pointed us to whatÂ´s become our favorite haunt: a cafe called Truco 7). Above all IÂ´ve been able to share it all with my love Susan, the greatest traveling partner ever!
And tomorrow we come home… with some souvenirs, the thousands of pictures weÂ´ve taken, the memories of yet another fantastic journey, and two renewed resolutions: to read Â¨Don Quixote,Â¨and to learn Spanish if for no other reason to know how to ask for whipped cream on my malteadas!