July 1, 2012
Zacatecas, Mexico
Today I really
remembered why I love traveling so much as the beauty of Zacatecas
practically smacked me in the face. To say the day was perfect would
again be an understatement. I met a German friend named Markus, I saw some incredible
sights, and for the first time in a while I felt totally comfortable
with my surroundings. While being off the road for a day without a
doubt helped this city also revived in me my love for traveling. It
could be anything further from the dangerous pictures depicted on the
news. Every smiles when you walk by, most greet you, and you can't
help but feel welcome. At the end of the day adventure traveling is
hard filled with its trials and tribulations, but in the right time
and place like today it all makes sense and is all worth it.
After fighting
sleep last night until the late hour of 8:00pm I got up this morning
at 7:30 to a sunny but cool if not chilly day. For the first time on
the trip I got to break out my hoody and after dieing of heat for the
last countless weeks the cooler mountain air here is just perfect.
Today I could walk around in jeans and sneakers and it felt great.
On top of that when I arrived yesterday I decided to take a walk
wearing shorts and flip-flops (my preferred attire). Instantly I
noticed how out of place I was dressed no wheres near as well as
anyone else in the city. I could feel the stares, see people doing
double takes, and knew this must be one of those places where wearing
dirty shorts, a wrinkled t-shirt, and flip-flops is somewhat frowned
upon.
After writing this
morning for a good couple hours including finishing a long overdue
post about taking my motorcycle test I finally made my way out into
the cool morning air at around 10:30. Now I'll try to remember
everything I did today, but it will definitely be tough so I'll try
to focus on the highlights.
The first adventure
today was to the old Mina de Eden (Mines of Eden) that had been
developed in the Spanish colonial days. After riding a covered train
down to the bottom of the mine and after a somewhat cheesy museum, we
got to see the inner workings of the mine and how it looked when the
local citizens where forced into slave labor. The caverns were huge
with 150 foot drops leading down to water at every turn. The worst
part about this almost mythical place was in numerous places they
used iron grates for the floor much like those covering the subways
of New York, and it was on these parts where my imagination would run
wild picturing a nasty fall and a quick end to a wild ride.
After the cable car
ride it dropped us off at the top of the mountain. Surprisingly high
above the city in the middle of the peak was a church and a really
nice one at that! Now how old men and woman regularly make the climb
up the mountain to attend mass there is way beyond my knowledge of
the Mexican culture, but somehow they just do.
From there on out I
saw more churches built around the 1500's, walked endless ancient
cobblestone streets, got a steak for dinner with my new friend
Markus, and for the first time in a long time felt

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Worlds sweetest job! (Get it??) |
From the cable car |
Markus preparing to enter the mine |
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