The dormitory room was a bit smaller than we had experienced, and chocker-block full, but very doable. We also discover upon arrival that somehow this was "the" hostel for the French! Tres Bien! (Sp?) The streets fit in well with the hostel (or vice versa) as they were all cobblestone, and really narrow! We walked around a bit, but for some reason, San Cristobal didn't appeal to us as much as Oaxaca. We did trek up to the cathedral and take some quick shots, but the guide book suggested sprawling, picturesque scenery from there, but there was really only one place to stand so about 2 shots later and we were done to go find food.
Unfortunately, the food we stumbled upon was also lack-luster. Afterword we headed back to the hostel. Clint found his basketball and hunkered down to watch that, while Jared and I went out a bit and grabbed a couple beers on the pedestrian street. We met a kid from the hostel who was crazy sick with food poisoning so we were a bit hesitant to try anything culinarily crazy and set in to sleep.
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