We drove from Teotihuacan to Veracruz with a stop in charming Cholula.
Delicious mole poblano, snow-capped Mt “Popo” in the background… we would have stayed longer had accommodation been easier. But no one was at the Cholula campground to open it, and finding hotels to take Kianna was such a major pain the butt that we ended up just sneaking her in.
Veracruz was worse. Far worse.
You know, people that we meet on the road have said all kinds of things to us regarding our bringing our 3 little kids to Mexico. Most of what they say is really nice and makes us feel like rockstars on the alter of parental awesomeness. But we also feel kind of disingenuous smiling at the compliments because really, kids in Mexico is not hard. Sure, they do stuff like poop and you have to butt wipe, but that’s going to happen anywhere. Not a big deal.
Most of the time, having kids here is an asset to us.
Mexicans on the whole love children, the culture here is patient with those small people. Locals smile at our kids and play with them, they commiserate with us, they know what this thing called parenting is all about! Having our kids here opens doors and hearts.
Kianna herself is the most gentle, lovable, smart and well-trained dog you could ever hope to meet. She is easy to have as a companion and a worthy helper as a hearing dog. But access here SUCKS for service dogs, even if they are certified and come with badges, vests, genealogies, licenses and plastic cards (like Kianna does).
Back to Veracruz
We arrived around 2pm and were excited by the vibe. It reminded us so much of Oakland, what with the huge port, the cranes, the older parts of the city. We dug it and wanted to spend some time getting to know the place.
But then Mikey spent literally 2 hours going around and trying to get a hotel room in the center. It was nuts – there were easily at least 3 hotels on each side of a block – and yet the only one that accepted Kianna was one without parking. The public parking structure there was a nightmare with our rig. After a meter maid dinged Mikey for not paying for two separate street parking spots (- even though we only physically occupied the one spot we paid for) and Mikey had to run over to the court to pay the fine, we thought it was a SIGN FROM GOD and split.
We stopped for a bite to eat and then tried to find a campground.
By then it was dark and I didn’t like that. We drove on and on – it sure is far from the main town – and finally found it. A total rip off at 350 pesos (about $25) with no toilets, wifi, showers or amenities – just boondocking.
Insult to injury? Their yipping dogs would NOT QUIT…and worse, they had us park next to a fenced off playground. Try telling your 2 and 4 year old that they can’t play in the playground that’s RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM.
Veracruz was a no-go. We just forged on ahead.