I finally did it: I got to Aguascalientes. It’s about ten hours each way from where I’m living in Mexico, but I’ve been wanting to go there since January 18, 2008: El Museo Nacional de La Muerte. Was it worth all that time? Probably not… yet I ask you: could I have died happy without having seen it? For that matter, will I die happy having seen it?
It was, however, extremely cool. I loved it. I’m not gonna write anything because I was just on buses (about eight of them) most of the day. But I’ve put together a little slideshow for you. I love how museums here don’t mind when you take pictures.
Here are a few other sights in Aguascalientes: Yet another 2010 marker, to celebrate the centennial and bicentennial, and some strange red dulces.
I got back to Guanajuato minutes before dark, just in time to take the funicular up to see El Pipila up close.
The view from on high…
The view from on low: the world’s most famous skeleton. Did you know her name is La Catrina? Like my sister, sort of.
And finally, I ate the richest mole ever made, before returning to my hostel to the usual constellation of kisses and hugs from the proprietor, Jorge. I wonder if he wants something or he’s just that way.
with out died who know there is heaven
“Died and Gone to Heaven” – the title alone just makes me delighted for you.
El museo es muy extraí±a, pero interesante.
YOU are a strange red dulce.
“falling cranker”. How descriptive.