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page without realizing it. With no alarms we find ourselves awake and
packing. Open the gates, we're out of here. |
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Our first stop is Morelia and we
head for the square where all the good old stuff is. Jackpot! You could
drop this place in Lisbon or Paris and it would be right at home. The
church is astounding. We go inside, but there are having mass, so we
discretely leave. There is a lot of gold in this place and it's locked
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Out in the square it is clear that they just
held a peace rally. Chalk drawing on the sidewalks show the US taking it
on the chin. I'm glad we are here early Saturday morning. The rest of the
square has upscale motels and shops. I have mixed feelings. I'd like to
stay here, but don't feel safe or welcome.
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We head north with a destination of San Miguel
de Allende for the evening. It's clear that I'm coming down with something
that is not good. My stomach is hopping around and I'm getting the chills.
My guess is that Mr. Montezuma is coming for his revenge. Fortunately it's
a short day and the town is close. |
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We again pass through farmland at the base of a
volcano or two and we're there. The first motel we see, Mission de Los
Angeles, is were we stop. This is more like a resort and has a beautiful
room. The ceilings are vaulted and covered in small brick. Most
importantly, the bed is warm and I shake myself to sleep. Eighteen hours
later it's time to get up. Forrest did a great job getting me back in
riding shape, or at least feeling like I am. |
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