We drove to San Antonio where my dad had made reservations for us for the first night of our trip. We had borrowed his Country Sedan station wagon and bought Mexican insurance through Joe Waring, who had also made arrangements for a state-approved guide during our stay in Monterrey. His name was Rudy. He had worked many times for the Warings and their friends from Comanche.
After all the wedding hubbub I was exhausted so of course I got turista right away. Our hotel was the Ancira, which Pancho Villa had made famous by riding his horse into the bar once upon a time. It was a beautiful old hotel with a lovely restaurant which I only enjoyed the first meal we had there.
The second night and a good deal of the next day I was suffering, and Hayne called on the hotel doctor, who prescribed a bottle of strange pills from the farmacia plus soda water and crackers. Pretty soon I had recovered enough to start out again, and we went to the Carta Blanca brewery and also to Horseshoe Falls. We visited a mine where the mine train in and out was still in use for the tourists.
Here are a couple of shots from the brewery. Someday I will find the rest of the photos and post them here (I hope.)
