San Luís Potosí

Less than two weeks into working, a colleague suggested I joined her and a group of her friends on a trip to another State in Mexico, and I wasn’t about to say no to a holiday. We left on the Friday evening, travelled over 10 hours by coach, and arrived in time to watch the sunset rise over the mountains as we rode on top of Jeeps driven by reckless Mexicans down a narrow path with 500 foot drops below us. Certainly woke us up quickly, but the views were unlike anything I’ve seen before, and they were worth the peril and previous lack of sleep. Nevertheless, we made it down the mountains to have some breakfast, then into the desert for a quick tour, and consequently to the old mining tunnels, complete with a waterfall. Being a jam-packed day, we then had the choice of hiking or horse-riding up even more mountains to a sacred shrine, and being an avid horse-rider, I had to choose that over the hike. The experience was nothing similar to what I’m used to in the UK but it was a lot of fun, if not the most comfy experience. I have to say overall I was more interested in the horse riding and the incredible views from the mountains than the shrine, but it was all an interesting experience.

We then had time for lunch and a wander around the town before a hike up, you guessed it, more mountains, and this time we didn’t have the option for horses. In the middle of the day it gets above 30 degrees here, and it’s not the easiest thing to do, but once we reached the top we were given a tour around an old ‘pueblo magico’ – a magic town, which was now just ruins, before we headed back down to the modern ‘pueblo magico’ to watch the sun set over the mountains and head off to our accommodation, thoroughly ready for a good night’s sleep.

Triumphing at the top of our second mountain hike

The next day was Mexican independence day, and we headed into the city of San Luís Potosí to do a bus tour and explore the city, including beautiful buildings draped with independence decorations, authentic markets (where I just HAD to buy a Mexican scarf for ‘el grito’ in the evening) and a chocolate shop selling some of the best confectionary I’ve ever had. After the sun set, we headed back to our hotel to get ready to head out for ‘el grito’ – literally ‘the shout’ or ‘the scream’. This is an independence day tradition in which the mayor of each town stands on a balcony outside the town hall, and shouts down to the crowds of people below a patriotic string of ‘¡viva ….!’, filled with various people and places, finishing with 3 lots of ‘¡viva mexico!’ The crowds below enthusiastically shout back each exclamation, and it’s impossible not to get caught up in the atmosphere. The fireworks and impromptu dancing in the street afterwards finished off the night perfectly, even if I did take a lot of teaching before I could master the steps. We had about 5 hours sleep before we woke up for the next days activity…

Post ‘grito’ happiness

We headed to the ‘laguna media luna’ for our last day of the trip, which was a bank holiday Monday, and it was a natural lake surrounded by several smaller lagoons, and it didn’t disappoint. It was beautiful, and the perfect way to relax after a full on weekend, followed by the best quesadilla I’ve ever eaten, and a long coach trip back to GDL to await the next holiday.

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