Home Free

(continued from "I Gotta Go)

Let's get back on track after that 'potty break'. Where were we?

As we drove from the state of Zacatecas into the state of Aguascalientes,  we were stopped by boarder control and interrogated. OK too strong of a word, we were questioned. Evidently Aguascalientes doesn't want anything to do with Zacatecas either. My favorite question from this officer, was one in a very confused tone "WHY were all of YOU traveling through Zacatecas?!" Because, officer, we are crazy white Americans...obviously.

That reminds me of an earlier story where we also encountered a guard stop in which the questioning officer got so far into my husband's personal space, I thought they might merge into one person right before my eyes. Here is where you insert the image (thanks to our media) of dead bodies piled on one side of the road and cars on the other.  But none of us were hauled off, children were not frightened and we continued on our wide eyed way. That was early on in our trip, at the time of the Aguascalientes stop, we were feeling like seasoned veterans. Officer schmoficer.

As we entered Aguascalientes,  we were ecstatic to see the welcomed sights of our destination looming up ahead. We noted that the state of Aguascalientes, like the city of Aguascalientes was clean and visibly affluent. Architecture was stunning and whispered of its Spanish history. Medians were ornately planted and people were dressed nicely as they walked along the side of the road.  This is a truly beautiful area. I might mention that we had been to Liliana's home town several times before, but always by plane and viewing it in this context and comparison was really incredible.

We found our modern hotel quickly and corks flew as we celebrated surviving the so-called 'terrorizing drive through Mexico'. We raised a cheers with plastic hotel cups, an up-grade from the water bottles of previous nights, and readied ourselves for the real start to our vacation to begin.

Little did we know, the hotel wasn't everything it seemed. The hotel had a nasty secret. The hotel didn't replace those plastic cups daily like hotels in the USA. No they let you throw them in the trash only to find yourself with an open bottle of wine the next day and NOTHING TO DRINK IT OUT OF! It was far worse than the dead bodies we had imagined on the side of the road. We were desperate and didn't even have water bottles to cut apart. We were stranded and it was scary as hell.

(to be continued...)

-Cheers from the Vivác Winery Family!