It was refreshing to treat my visit to a city more like I would if I lived there and had a few days of free time, rather than as a tourist.
We'd decided to split a hotel to save some money, but I'd failed to mention to Nancy before she made the reservation that one of my criteria for where I stay is secure parking for the motorcycle. On arrival, I discovered that there wasn't any at the hotel, so after dumping my things in the lobby, I went in search of a place that I could leave the bike for a few days. I found a few places close, but ended up paying almost as much for the parking as I did for my half of the hotel room! I won't make that mistake again.
After meeting up, we wandered out into the town so she could show me some of the good spots and grab some food.
|One of the main pedestrian streets.|
|One side of the main square.|
Afterwards we made the rounds of a couple of the coffee shops that Nancy used to frequent when she lived there, grabbing a pastry at one and ogling the chocolates at the other. Both had live music playing in the background as well - a guy singing with an acoustic guitar at one, and a solo violin player at the other. As the night got later, it seemed like almost every place had some sort of musical act, despite it being Tuesday night. The pedestrian areas were pretty crowded as well, which is a sight I haven't seen much. I'm used to being the only one in a restaurant half the time on weeknights.
As we wandered, we eventually saw a place that caught Nancy's attention - because it hadn't been there when she'd lived in the town. We walked in to check it out, and I immediately demanded a closer look upon noticing the word "cerveceria" (brewery) at the top.
|Sports on TV, beer bottles lining one wall, "cerveceria" on the sign: you have my attention.|
|A few that we tried.|
Afterwards we went out to explore during the day - though I was lax on taking pictures. We wandered through a few markets and saw the amber jewelry that the area is famous for - there's a lot of fake amber for sale, but I learned how to distinguish the real amber: never cold, never heavy, and produces some static electricity when rubbed.
It was overall a pretty lazy day - some wandering, some sitting around in coffeeshops with the laptop, and not a ton else. Nancy had a lot of information about the town and its history, especially about the Zapatista rebellion in 1994, where San Cristóbal was one of the cities that they took over before getting pushed out by the Mexican military a few days later. You could definitely still see the influence of that in the city, as there are to this day quite a few supporters of the rebellion in the town.
As it got a little closer to evening, we wandered up a hill on the west end of the historic district to get a view of the city.
|The church at the top.|
|The view of the city.|
|Looking down the steps we came up. Given the altitude, it was actually a little strenuous to get up here.|
|Reminiscing about her past times here.|
|Just barely caught it as the shadows crept up.|
|Such a cool building.|
I ran out to greet them, and they came and sat with us for a while. We talked about what we'd done the past few days, and what our plans were - I'd completely forgotten that the only reason we hadn't planned on meeting up in San Cristóbal was because I wouldn't be there at the same time, but I'd since moved my plans a day later.
We stayed at the coffeeshop a bit longer, and ended up catching sight of a Jack Sparrow impersonator out the window.
Afterwards we headed out to the bar "Revolucion" for some drinks with the Italians, with a good mix of live music, dancing, and (yet again, my luck is amazing) some craft beers on the menu.
The next morning I got up, and after some eggs benedict (with more of the not-quite-bacon - is this a thing in this part of Mexico?), I headed over to a nearby hotel to meet up with some other riders who were in town. We'd messaged back and forth a bit previously, and I knew they had been a little behind me in Baja (and even heard about me in San Ignacio as the guy who hurt his foot... I'm famous!). They'd caught up by skipping a few of the places I went to, and were now stuck at a hotel doing some repairs on their bikes. I stopped in and talked for a bit, and even got some mechanical advice from them as well - I now know how to do my doohickey adjustment!
After that it was onward to Palenque, where I planned on staying at what I'd heard of as "the legendary travelers hangout" - El Panchan.