[ Zacatecas, Mexico ]
Buenas tardes, amigos.
First, let me tell you all how amazing Zacatecas has been so far. The whole city is gearing up for a four-day weekend culminating in next Tuesday’s Día de los Muertos. Apparently, Halloween is for amateurs; we shall see. I’m excited to experience it, and it’s a large part of my reason for staying so long in the city.
But that story has yet to happen. What’s up now is that you’re still not up-to-date on the ride into Zacatecas, even though I’ve been here for two weeks now.
It seems that my desire to continually post linear—and complete—narratives is really getting out of hand! It’s making the task of keeping you updated a daunting one, and likely yielding updates too long for most of you to wade through. I suspect I might be losing interest and limiting engagement somewhat, so I’m going to try doing things a bit differently. I want to post more often, in smaller chunks, avoiding huge photo & narrative dumps.
When possible, I’ll also avoid the lengthy, blow-by-blow, journal entry-style account of my days in the posts’ main body, instead relying on the (already pretty detailed) photo captions.
So here goes.
The following mini-tales should get you from Suchil—the endpoint of my last post—right up to El Maguey, the small town where I slept the night before riding into the Big Z. There were two amazing events along the way: a rodeo on Día de la Raza (aka “F&$k you, Colombus! Day”—at least here in Mexico) and a small, private anniversary party I got myself invited to in a backcountry pueblito. The bulk of those photos will follow in a separate post.
For now, enjoy! Let me hear from you in the comments.