I wished to `get lost' like I ued to do in the early seventies when I first worked commercially in NYC. Every time I'd do a job I'd take the $300 and fly down to Guatamala City and take second class buses to thru Guatamala stopping in Panajahcal (Lake Atitlan) and walk across the border into Mexico and end up in Merida, Mexico.
I was told to try Alamos so after much research I found Tefeca bus line and Melanie King flew in and we got a cab to 5500south 12th avenue and spent 10 hours on the bus and ended up in Navajoa. Then Rosario drove us 60 kilometers to Hotel Luz del Sol and into the arms of "Luchy",
Alamos is like a Gabriel Marquis novel. Colonial, quiet old except for the Mexican cowboy bar we found and on my 70th birthday,
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complimentary breakfast at del Sol.
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I was told to try Alamos so after much research I found Tefeca bus line and Melanie King flew in and we got a cab to 5500south 12th avenue and spent 10 hours on the bus and ended up in Navajoa. Then Rosario drove us 60 kilometers to Hotel Luz del Sol and into the arms of "Luchy",
Alamos is like a Gabriel Marquis novel. Colonial, quiet old except for the Mexican cowboy bar we found and on my 70th birthday,
complimentary breakfast at del Sol.
our two bedroom quarters at "Luchy's"
beautiful Michelle the next day at the bar
I found the bar by following this man into the bar
Melanie at a former Abbey now hotel
Melanie and I begin a simmering (well done) 24 hour fight
portrait of Melanie
(for me) a very sexy Melanie in a kid's black velvet sombrero I bought in south Tucson and wearing a faux rubber hot pants jumpsuit I bought at the 22nd st thriftshop that is going out of business.
a couple of days later. still in Alamos. This whole town is Colonial Spanish. an hour or two or three I heard Spanish ballard music and went outside to see musicians in full 16th century outfits and instruments walking up the narrow street in front of our hotel. earlier in the day we heard a funky marching band and that was from a Catholic school down the same block and around the corner. Then we visited the Hotel Colonial and she took us inside and out the back which had an enormous hall with long carved wooden tables. I want tequila and she sent us to a infamous tequila bar again down the end of her block.
we rang the bell and a fellow let up in and took us through the gardens and more gardens to Arcadio who had been our waiter two nights earlier. Suddenly I realized we were in the butt end of the same restaurant!!! Then we sat and drank expensive tequila while i sat below a portrait of Poncho Villa.
the old grand hotel even had a small theater like from the 1800's. here I am faux proposing to Melanie
