A Little More San Luis Potosi

Since the day was ultra-quiet in Ixtapa today, with the exception of struggles with our electronic technologies which I'm sure you all have tasted as much as us, I propose to say a little more about our visit to San Luis Potiosi.

It resides at the bottom of a pan ridged about with mountains. This "pan" rests at an altitude of 6,300 feet above sea level which was in fact our point of departure. A view from about 6,400 feet is offered below ...

Please note that the little round hole in the back of the car is merely a key hole for the trunk, so get off the panic button will you?

We were advised that it takes about five days to acclimatize to the thinner air. Carol felt the difference but for some reason I did not. But I certainly did feel the difference once back at sea level. At first the air seemed almost gelatinous down here compared to up there.

The city has its version of New York's Central Park which is a pleasant touch. Dan and I sat on the bench where one of Dan's current Bible students was sitting when Dan approached him a while back. He is a young man in his early twenties and had just packed a knapsack and left home under unhappy circumstances when Dan spoke to him of the Bible's message. The man has been studying the Bible for a while now and is very happy about what he is learning.

Below is a view of a duck pond across from that bench ...

While passing through another part of town I snapped this photo of yet another Memorial, this one definitely of the general-on-a rearing-horse persuasion. I'm not sure whether the horse is chafing for battle or reacting to the cactus growing there. Note: you may be able to defeat a great colonial power but defeating graffiti artists is something else.

To close the San Luis Potosi story (for now anyway) I offer you a sunset photo taken in the heart of the town ...

I'd love to boast that I took this photo but in fact this exquisite composition is Heather's.

As for Ixtapa, our quiet day was interrupted only by a trip to the local convenience store across the street where I bought a bag of ice.

That's the store in the center of the background. I asked the man for ice and I thought he said, "Yellow?" I've always been taught to avoid yellow snow and yellow ice so I said I'd rather buy the clear kind. But then I learned hielo is Spanish for ice.