But the afternoon just got better. See below.
Janan and I had just been talking about joining Malanquin, the San Miguel country club. It was mostly in jest, but the thought of having a regular place to take the kids so that they could run around on green grass, swim in a warm pool, and maybe even take up tennis or golf (who am I kidding?) seemed very appealing. But then Janan had the great idea to head up the Salida a Querétaro to the El Molino Hotel. We'd heard you could swim there if you bought some food. We heard there was putt putt golf and some free bikes to ride around the grounds.
So Sam, Redd, Mason and I, plus the Macdonalds went up after school. Suffice to say we don't need to join a country club. Everything we needed was right there. OK, maybe not the snob factor--and the bikes were shot (the handle bars kind of fell off and turned the opposite direction of the wheel) but the warm was pool, and our helpful waiter brought us a great margarita, some dynamite guacamole and spaghetti bolognese that the kids raved about. And it's a whole lot cheaper. We now call it Molinquin. Get it, Malanquin y El Molino? Nice little play on words for the cheapskates.
|Tom Macdonald, Janan Asfour and Will Mac|
|The grounds of Molinquin|
The sun's going down, the air's getting cool, and Mason's still in the water. My super fish.
|The namesake Molino (windmill)|
|The ride home down Chorro towards Parque Juarez.|