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Don´t ever send all of your clothes to a Mexican lavanderia. The construction workers next door are bound to break a water pipe and delay the washing of your clothes. It's inevitable.
I just went to the Museo del Pueblo de Guanajuato. The majority of it was miniatures; interesting for the first two minutes just because of the tediousness of creating them. But after that, not so much. However, on the top floor there was a temporary exhibit of the work of Manuel Santana which I really liked. I also went to the Museo Casa Diego Rivera, which is supposedly the house where the famed Mexican artist Diego Rivera was born. Again, so-so, but one can´t expect too much in Guanajuato.
Things I forgot to mention in the last post:
Last night there was a band set up in the Plaza de La Paz, one of the main plazas in the center of town which I have to walk through to get home. While waiting to catch a cab there, I heard a song that was sickeningly familiar. That´s right...Achy Breaky Heart, in Spanish no less. The band actually stopped playing in the middle of a stanza (I guess it was a stanza), and the crowd yelled and sang the lyrics until they started playing again. So weird.
I´ve come to the conclusion that there are no garbage trucks in Guanajuato, probably because there´d be no maneuvering them through the narrow streets. However, there are dumpsters which people bring their trash to. So rather than dumping the dumpsters into garbage trucks, men climb into the dumpsters and throw the trash, bag by bag, into the back of a pickup truck belonging to the city. The truck actually has the city´s logo on it, and the sides of the truck are built up by boards so it can hold more trash. I wonder what the guy in the dumpster´s salary is.