The one thing I could not get enough of was the view of the town, from rooftop restaurants that had small balconies with fresh flowers. So as soon as someone from the group got hungry, and pointed to a restaurant, I dragged them on until we found a rooftop place with lively music.
The Mexican men are so much better dancers than men anywhere else in the world! Maybe I exaggerate to make a point, but I say that from experience. So when the music started and a guy asked me to dance, I was more than glad, having danced in school and been a part of some group dances. Why did he say “I am not very good at it”, maybe he wanted me to be at ease. But the way that man moved, all the salsa in the world came into his two feet that moved smoothly like butter! As for me, I just moved along.
My group, as luck never seems to favor me, found nothing. All we heard was “no credit cards” or a preposterous room rate which could surpass the closest Four Seasons. Our other group, however found a great place, “Hacienda de Las Flores”, tucked away in a cozy neighborhood, which had just had a miraculous cancellation. They insisted on cash payment too, but was our best bet. Just my luck, I was never looking forward to sleeping in the car!
We also dedicated almost half of our Sunday to a sumptuous brunch followed by exploring the local art scene. Little galleries with beautiful works, even the streets are flooded with hand painted postcards, collectibles and handicrafts. The town is said to be brimming with a lot of artists, and it was as if the art captured the spirit of the wonderful town.
I dreamt of going back almost every day for a week, and now that I am married, I would like to go there with my husband. There is always a tug of war between exploring new places and going back to your favorite ones to relive the dream, and there is no winning with either, just the wait to do it all over again!