The view from my room in Casa de Dante. This is the best hostel that I’ve ever stayed in. It was like living with a really welcoming host family instead of staying in a hostel. Dante’s mother was wonderful—she always offered me fresh fruit and helped me fix up my sandals when broke just before I was about to leave the city. Dante himself was awesome. He gave me heads up on the films that were playing that weekend for the International Short Film Festival in Guanajuato. What a perfect weekend to be in the city, I love film festivals! I ended up hitting up a showing, and even though I usually really enjoy international/self-consciously indie films, these shorts were just too weird for me and I ended up leaving early.
