We have alighted, officially kicking off our "sabbatical" in a former Spanish colonial capital. Arrived late, and pretty much went straight to bed, but were awoken several times in the early morn by what we at first assumed to be vigorous lovemaking (but turned out to be the spin cycle of a washing machine). Whatever the cause, we have moved up to a nicer room on the third floor with a great view of the city.
Lots of crumbling cathedrals around-- while impressive, we can't help but be reminded of all the slaughter that took place in their names, so enter with decidedly mixed feelings. Less vexed about the market, right near our "posada," where we took in the sights/sounds/smells and hustle/bustle this morning (along with a mild case of claustrophobia).
So we´re off to more remote parts tomorrow, where we will set up shop for 3-4 weeks and try to make some headway on our español. Then it's onto the northwest hills for a festival that centers around drunken horseracing. Wee Willie Shoemaker, eat your heart out.
