Not In Kansas

Well, all right, actually we've never been there, but I'm fairly confident that Monterrey, Mexico is not like Kansas, or Boston, or anywhere else in the US, for that matter. We came here to go to our now ex-babysitter's wedding; for some reason I was very nervous about the trip, so I didn't think or talk about it much before the fact. Despite various travel snafus, however, we got here safely and in good time, if a day later than planned. The wedding was completely awesome, but I have no pictures yet, so I'll save that for another post. Suffice it to say that the bridal couple and the whole celebration were gloriously gorgeous and joyous; also, Miss B is quite the party animal, and will not be allowed out unchaperoned until she's at least 27.

We're staying for another two days to sightsee and generally make like tourist idjits. We're just beginning to come to terms with the fact that being able to decipher most Spanish signs (extrapolating from our French and Latin, with occasional creative guessing) is completely different from being able to understand the spoken language, never mind speak it. If I manage to string a few words together, they come out with a horribly embarrassing (lack of) accent, my brain refusing to cope with assembling the words into reasonable syntax and pronouncing them correctly at the same time. With luck I'll improve a bit by the time we're ready to leave.

We're told that we can see some excellent caves nearby, if we keep our heads together on the cable-car ride straight up the mountain, so that's what we'll probably do today. Speaking of mountains, the ones here are pretty amazing. I don't think they're much higher than some of the bigger New England ones, but they're much craggier and steeper.


This was the first thing we saw from our hotel window. Definitely nowhere we'd ever been before.