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This is the week the 2011 Guinness Book of World Records is released. Coincidentally, I attempted to set the new world record for napping today, piling one siesta on top of another for a grand total of nearly four hours. In fairness, I’m coming down with a little cold,
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Jesus is the MAN! (More on that in a moment.) I awoke to day 74,392 in a row of clear skies and not a cloud to be seen. The weather here is a bit like being in the movie Groundhog Day, only without the towering thespian achievements of Andie
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I read a few guidebooks to Mexico before I came down here, and none of them provided the following advice: When jogging through long underground tunnels, do not assume you know where you are when you get back to the surface. Yesterday I went out for a run through Guanajuato’
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Museum Day! Museum Day! It’s Museum Day! I’m going to the museum! Oops, museum is closed. Museum Day is tomorrow! It seems to be a fact of life here that museums open and close at random times and days. On most of my strolls I’ve passed by
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How do I know that I’m in Mexico and not, say, Vermont? At a B&B in Vermont, the most recent handwritten comments in the guest book would not say: “Killed two scorpions today in the bedroom.” Needless to say, I’m somewhat more alert than normal when
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Today I decided to throw caution to the wind and try one of the most famous Mexican customs — the siesta. Of course, not being entirely familiar with the culture, I had to try it twice. I can report stunning success. I will be bringing this back to Portland as a
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You haven’t lived until you’ve heard a seven-piece Latin fusion band play “Hava Nagila.” More on that in a moment. Today was moving day, transferring from the first apartment to the one I’ll be at for the rest of my time in Guanajuato. The first apartment, up
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Day three began, as apparently every day, with the sun streaming in the windows. I have yet to see a cloud. That is not hyperbole. I have literally yet to see a single cloud in the sky. It is constantly, uniformly, unbelievably sunny here. Of course we’re at 7,
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At the Portland Airport, ready to start on my trip to Mexico. The first flight to Los Angeles appears to be a code share between United, Continental and Canadair. Still waiting to see whether there are three logos on the plane, three different planes, or if the flight is going
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I didn’t know you were going to Mexico. That’s not a question. Did you not read the title of this post? Where are you going? A small colonial town called Guanajuato in the central highlands of Mexico. It’s a UNESCO World Heritage Site (whatever that means), former