Not too long ago, I hopped on a plane along with my dad and sister en route to Guadalajara, Jalisco. We went to attend a church conference that happens every year. My dad usually goes alone year after year so by taking two of his daughters made him especially happy and equally nervous...which was cute.
Because we attended the conference, I was not able to take as many photos of architecture and city life as I liked. We did not do as much sight seeing as in Guatemala. But I did not return home empty handed, the photos I took were just a little different in content. In fact, I let my sister use my Nikon D90 with a wide lens for the trip while I worked with my trusty Canon with a 50 mm lens. She did very well and I think we make a great team.
Oh look, there she is now:
Despite her constant ridicule of me, she was good company and a rather tolerable third wheel.
I suppose I can confess now that I did have an ulterior motive for going to Guadalajara. This ulterior motive and I spent a nice time together. One evening, he drove us to Tlaquepaque, traditional Mexican town. Its cobblestone streets were lined with vendors, shops, museums, bars and restaurants. The roads met at a plaza with old, ornate catholic churches, a large gazebo and benches to sit on. I can kick myself for not taking any photos but in my [weak] defense, I was busy.
He took us to dinner nearby...Paco's I believe it was called. The place was equally as beautiful but again, I have no photos to prove this. I was busy eating and listening to the mariachis playing nearby our table.
Sue me.
The few days we spent there absolutely whizzed by my ears. Before I knew it, Becky and I were stuffing our faces at a Krispy Kreme kiosk at the airport. One thing I will not understand is why there is a Krispy Kreme in the Guadalajaran airport and not one in Ventura County. I shake my head.
In conclusion, I forget a lot of things, but this trip will not be one of them.
You should go and see,
K