Illustration Tourist part 4: Mexico

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.

 

FIN!