San Cristobal

Well, the trip has come to what feels like a screeching holt. It has been about 7 weeks since we said our goodbyes to Chuck and Tasha in the Yucatan, pointed the bow of the truck North and started to slowly make our way towards home. In trying to squeeze in as much as possible and make as many memories as we possibly could, I got a little behind on the blogging. Making memories trumps taking the time to record them. But as I sit here in an airport waiting for a flight, I have nothing but time.. so here we go. 

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San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas 

A cultural city in the highlands of Chiapas, surrounded by mountains and now one of our favorite places in Mexico. Home of the $4 rotisserie chicken, allll the markets, and the cheapest 2 hour massage. Neither of us are very good at sitting still in one place for very long (we tend to get ants in our pants around day 2), but the crisp air, hot showers and fireplace made it easy to stick around for about a week. 

The markets, oh Mexico you have the greatest markets. Indoor, outdoor, touristy, local, etc. You name it, they have it all. And believe me, I wanted it all. I managed to limit myself to a few small gifts and a blanket to cover the camper cushions. Favorite market snack:  corn on the cob covered in mayo, lime, chilis, and Mexican crumbly cheese. DROOOOL. All of my mayo hating friends are currently gaging. 

With the city sitting right around 7,200 ft, it definitely made for some chilly days and even chillier nights. On one of our many walks around the city we found a nice and clean rotisserie chicken stand that was dishing up some seriously juicy chicken. I deboned it, made some yummy stock and turned it all into a big tasty pot of chicken and veggie soup. We invited the two groundskeeper boys for dinner and sat around the fireplace enjoying our bowls of what Ken calls "Kally Soup".  I make a lot of soup... It definitely assisted in keeping us toasty warm at night. 

While Ken was working hard making sure the truck continued to go vroom, I got a two hour rub down!  Worked out some overlanding kinks,  and relaxed a bit. It was a much needed massage. Yes, I neeeeded it. 

The campground played a big roll in us sitting still for a bit- met all the needs. Big wide open grassy area for the pups to roam around, hot showers (and I mean hot hot), clean bathrooms, and a large common area with a fireplace. Most of our nights were spent in front of the fireplace, sipping on a cocktail, chatting and planning our next move. 

We ran into the Belgian's that we had met a few weeks prior on the coast. It was nice to catch up on where we had been and where we were all going next. Elly is a spit fire, strong mama with a great sense of humor. Joe is quiet and smart, and  cracks jokes when you least expect them. They are both pretty great. Inspiring as a couple as well as individually. Joe has been in a wheel chair for close to 20 years and they have been overlanding for 10 of them. Within those 10, Elly fought cancer and won. Pretty incredible. Spoiler alert: they'll be making a few upcoming cameos.  

It was time to go. We walked all the streets, ate all the food, climbed all the stairs to all the churches, drank all the coffee,  and washed all the clothes. San Cristobal, check. 

Next up: Honeymooners take Chiapas by storm. 
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