Ah, the memories. I've thought often of Mexico in the last couple of days, too sick with stomach cramps and intestinal weirdness to get out of bed. I'm better now, and I'm sure it's just a coincidence that I got sick immediately after returning home from San Miguel. It was probably the water in the Houston airport.
Robin also contracted a similar ailment, although it didn't completely disable her the way it did me. We're both doing much better now.
Here are a few final shots from San Miguel de Allende:
A senorita waits outside a church for an Americano.
Those dang gringos will take pictures of anything.
