We were able to secure better lodging— cheaper and with a second floor balcony— the following day, and it’s been from here we’ve day-tripped, walked, walked, and even started this blog(!). Food has been wonderful here, and though I’ve discovered that I, in fact, cannot eat Mexican food for every meal, we’ve sampled tortas ahogadas (literally “drowned sandwiches” made to die in a pool of yummy salsa), Mexican Chinese food (twice!), steamed lamb tacos (¡super ricos!), diner food and two-for-one alkie drinkies at a hip sandwich/café/bar spot. That last spot, though great and also deserving of a second visit, seems to be responsible for our first proper sick day here in Mexico, with Sally going down hard in the night and spending most of the next day catching up on the sleep she never got. She’s been a full-on trooper and I anticipate her full recovery in a day or so’s time.
Themz ladies get things done in the kitchen.
But it hasn’t all been doom and gloom! In fact, last Thursday, the day of our one-week anniversary here, was easily one of my favorites to date. We set out a bit earlier to catch a local bus to Tequila, Jalisco, Mexico (I realize at this point you’re aware we’re in Mexico, but wanted to make sure that one and all understood that Tequila is, like Goehner, say, an actual town in a state in a country— so be advised!): a two-hour sojourn that hardly had us feeling like it was worth the bus ride’s physical discomfort upon arrival, but, as with lunch, our words we’d soon be eating (LAME!) ;). 
These boyz get things drunk the world over.
You see, José Cuervo isn’t actually such a bad guy, and is credited with producing the first publicly-available tequila to the masses. I know many of us appreciate the temporary superpowers it unfailingly provides, and so we decided to go for a sort of “when in Rome/what the hay” tour of its original factory and facilities. It turned out this time— perhaps despite the involvement of tequila— that was a good idea. We were the only people taking the 3pm English tour, and by the end of the hour-and-a-half event (mucho tequila [sorta] gratis was involved, mind you) we’d befriended our tour guide, Mark, who was kind enough to offer to drive us back to town. Of course we accepted, and after some fine rooftop chatting and sipping (this guy was really great and knew a ton about a ton of stuff— seriously), he directed us to a nearby university where we’d mostly been invited to attend a free performance of the Jaliscan Symphony Orchestra by a friend of a friend of Sally’s (I say mostly because we didn’t officially know where it was even taking place, but with some e-sleuthing c/o the ‘net…). Somehow we pulled the thing off, and for unexpectable moments like these— like that entire day, really— I was, am and will always be truly grateful. After the beautiful performance (tell that to the two husbands sitting in front of us who’d obviously not come of their own volition) we escaped a sudden rainy season thunderstorm at a local open-air taco stand with our new friend Aimee. Tacos were composed, disposed of, and a cab was hailed. I couldn’t believe we’d had a day/night like that only one week in. Here’s to many more to come!
For luck (that's pre-tour, by the by). ;)
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