As usual, I threw myself on the mercy of the other passengers during my bus trip to Tequisquiapan. This tiny Mexican town was another of Mexico’s Pueblo Magicos – Magic Towns – reputed to have a lovely church and central square, but I’d never been in this part of Mexico before and wasn’t sure where to get off the bus. With their help, I not only got off in the right place, they told me which street to take to get to the center of town. With my directions in hand, I walked toward the central square and dealt with the next problem: finding a place to stay. I wandered down the long narrow street looking for a hostel but none was in sight so I stopped to ask the advice of a kindly looking man leaning against the entryway of a small neighborhood grocery store. I didn’t know it at the time, but I’d just struck gold. He directed me one block over to Posada de Tequisquiapan, explaining that it was the most economic place in town and it had lovely grounds.
“Lovely grounds” was an understatement. Behind its simple streetfront facade, Posada de Tequisquiapan secreted lush gardens that cascaded down a hill and surrounded a swimming pool carved into the hillside. Pathways curved through expanses of thick grass, leading to tables and benches tucked into pockets of jungle vegetation. As I strolled through the tranquil gardens, the only sounds were from birds twittering and lizards cheeping. Read More »