San Cristobal de las Casas (Mexico)

We arrived in San Cristobal de las Casas in the early afternoon. I had set up a hostel for us, but when we arrived and were driving we discovered that it was super far from the main part of town, so luckily we found one much closer. We had heard that San Cristobal was a bit like Oaxaca in its quaint personality and for the most part its true. Having a car is great because it does allow for an extra level of tourism that you wouldn't get by just walking around. The hostel was definitely the cutest we've been to, lots of vines and flowers covering the cottage style main area, a small inner garden with a well.

 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.