Quest for Dolores Hidalgo

We were on a slow bus going apparently nowhere fast in our quest for a few days in Dolores Hidalgo. For once we had gotten up at the mutually agreed time. We had gotten ready and arrived at the Guanajuato bus station to head out to Dolores Hidalgo exactly on schedule. I was not just proud and patting us both on the back but I was excited.

The only kink in the morning's effort was the bus driver apparently did not know that the bus had more than first and second gear. This guy made the forty-five minutes to an hour trip from the city of Guanajuato to Dolores Hidaglo in two and one half hours. I was convinced at one point that he had put the bus on autopilot and disappeared, maybe slumped over napping like all the Mexicans on the bus were currently doing. Several times I looked in the rear view mirror from where we were sitting and couldn't see him. Did he leave or what?

Finally, (three days later-just joking) we arrived in Dolores Hidalgo with our considerable enthusiasm considerably dampened from a bus driver who decided to torture all of us by crawling to Dolores Hidalgo. At some point in the drive I saw some burros ambling on the side of the road passing the bus and they were stopping often to eat grass and take craps along the way.

Things began looking up as soon as we stepped off the bus because to come to Dolores Hidalgo is an immediate and thrilling experience. And, why you might be asking? Because the small and cheerfully charming bus station is within easy walking distance from downtown, the object of my quest, and I don't have to pay for a taxi. You must take note that if you don't know that little fact, the many cab drivers in front of the bus station waiting on you, won't tell you either. So, give them a small but stern waving off of the hand and turn left once leaving the station's front doors and start walking toward downtown.

We checked into Hotel Hidalgo (what an original name, I mentioned to my wife who told me to be quiet and behave). I immediately loved this hotel. I loved it because having lived in Mexico for a few years now, I see a lot of old buildings in colonial Mexico converted into something else than its original purpose. I could see this place once being someone's old colonial era home that was doomed by neglect until someone decided to redo it into a very classy and well-managed hotel. This place was how gentrification should work. It did not take from the colonial sense of the city and was a very cleverly built hotel that was very cleverly priced at what I wanted to afford.

Overall I loved this hotel and would stay there again, the one beef I have is in the room design. Our room's bathroom was beside the next door room's bathroom. It shared a wall. I suppose this was done to make the plumbing installation easier. The problem was that we could hear our neighbors relieving themselves, barfing, and making other unpleasant bodily noises. We could tell when they were going "number one", or "number two" and assume they could tell the same of us. Otherwise, the room was comfortable, the cable television worked, it had a ceiling fan (nice), and the maid service was great.

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