Arrival in Guanajuato

We land in Leon Mexico, the international airport for Guanajuato and the region.  A great flight with me being mistaken for Robert DeNiro, an event which resulted in complimentary cocktails and a hummus-based snack box.  Bless you Delta.

At “immigration” we are asked to fill in a form and stand in the only line (we are the only plane).  A pleasant airport employee notes (in perfect English, unlike TSA officials at LaGuardia or JFK) that we failed to fill in “residence in Mexico” for our tourist card. Informing her we were here for six weeks and were staying, week one at an airnb owned by Mike and Ana she laughed, “ok, but fill in the name Camino Real Hotel – it’s well known and no one will hassle you”.  Welcome to Mexico.

Our luggage arrived in minutes, a courteous taxi booth informed us of the rates ($25 for a 45 minute ride), took our money, gave us a receipt and had someone escort us to a waiting mercedes taxi.   The driver, equally courteous brought us to our difficult-to-find destination where Mike, from Oklahoma, awaited and gave us keys, instructions to the cable tv, wifi and locks, all of which worked perfectly. It was late.  In the morning we get to explore Guanajuato – once the source of much of the worlds’ silver and a rich town, patterned in style from imperial Spain.   A university town with alleys, nooks and crannies, touristy squares, I am confident that we will find some of those “bad hombres” that Mr. Trump warns about; the ones who have not already fled to the US before the wall is built!
In the morning we find perfectly hot water,in the shower, better wifi than in New York, good coffee and one of the most beautiful cities I have ever seen-and I have seen a lot.

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About Dr. Roy Nirschel

Thirty years experience as an educator; international traveler, occasional writer, on a personal journey. Author of My Seasons in Saigon (available at amazon.com). Upon the election of Donald Trump as President of the United States I promised to go to Mexico; I did! Carol and I are here now. In the spirit of full disclosure, I promised to go to Mexico if Hillary Clinton was elected president too. The Seasons in Saigon are over; I am uncertain about Vietnam for many reasons despite my love for the country. Now it is Mexico time.

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