The cool and crisp morning air awakens my senses to all that surrounds me. While dodging kids on their way to school with their breakfast churros in hand, I catch glimpses of the city’s past. Facades of buildings chipping. Ornate wooden doors. Mexican flags waving proudly in the breeze. Querétaro, a city of living history, is full of wonder at every turn. Spanish colonial churches, skinny stone sidewalks, and tiendas selling gorditas, charm residents and visitors alike. And so, I walk. Soaking in the city, I am in a trance-like state for forty minutes, on my way to prepare for what is in store for the next two years. Within what seems like only minutes, I find myself in front of the Peace Corps office, hardly ready to start another eight hour day of training. As the clock strikes 8:30, there I stand, left contemplating my fortune to experience this gem of a city.
the twigster,
Josefina
PS: I am always really tempted to buy a churro from the street, but reconsider, wondering if churros are the best start to the day. Tempting though, huh?



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