A Run in the Sun

The rains subsided on Thursday night, and things have begun to dry out - though many rivulets still course down the mountainsides, and many puddles remain in the streets. The sun shone adamantly today, and we were glad to go for a run and stretch our legs after a week of feeling cooped up. Bill, the dog, was really glad.

We ran and hiked our way to the top of one of the hills near our apartment, where there is a large white cross. Guanajuato is circled by peaks crowned with plain white crosses, and the highest peak has a giant statue of Christ. Today, at this cross, we met a man named Manuel. He was smiling, and, unlike us, not catching his breath, though he had just run faster than us up a steeper slope in jeans and carrying a liter of Coca-Cola and a plastic bag of tacos. He proudly gestured all around Guanajuato to point out various landmarks to us. He said he runs to the top every day, for his health - except on Sundays, when he plays fútbol.

On our way down the mountain, we thought of our friends finishing the Boulder Mountain Tour ski race at home!