October 7
I’m up at 5am to get ready to leave Guanajuato. The papa at my home-stay drove me to the bus station and I need to update my comments about the traffic tunnels. They are a miracle, not just a few diesel traps but an elaborate network of passageways that makes the total delight of Guanajuato possible.
Now, from the bus window, is this, and I don’t even know what it is but…