In December, I went to Mexico for the Guadalajara International Book Fair, the Feria Internacional por los Libros, or FIL. It was my first visit to Mexico and I did it largely solo–more solo than I planned, because my phone didn’t work–except for occasional accompaniment by my randomly assigned hotel roommate, Gladis, who turned out to be awesome. Yes, I work in a field where you have to share a room to get your hotel paid for. Gladis got to witness my Marx-Brothers-esque 5-minute-long arrive-from-airport-and-change-into-formalwear-with-makeup montage. She was nice about it.
For the record, I brushed with tap water once and ate my share of local produce, and yes I did get sick, but only slightly and Immodium handled it.
FIL has a big gala dinner for librarians the night before it opens to professionals. It’s always at this restaurant called Santo Coyote.
Papel picado in the restaurant where I ate lunch the first day.
I had very little trouble finding vegetarian food and it was all delicious.
When I get frazzled, I lose my Spanish along with other major cognitive functions.
Poor kid, she was real cute.
That day was kind of crazy.
The coolest place I went in Guadalajara was the Templo Expiatório (not Expositório as I had written here). A guy at the hotel recommended it to me; I asked my cab driver to take me past it on the way to the Cathedral, but when we saw it, I told him to let me out there. I HAD to go inside. The interior was incredible:
I don’t think the pigeon shit came through on the scanner. Oh well.
Forget what this place was–some plaza in Tlaquepaque. Tlaquepaque was the place everyone told us we had to go, and it was kind of a tourist trap, but pretty.
Glad I’m not the only one who wants to adopt every stray they pass.