the day I met the world's cutest Mad Hatter

It was a sunny day in March, we had made it safely to our guest house room that we had booked for our 1 night stay in the city of Guanajuato. We were thrilled about our place and thrilled about the city the minute we got in.

It's a labyrinth of a city with a lot of personality and history to offer. I couldn't help to feel I was somewhere in Europe but very happy to be in Mexico. It's an old mine city. Lots and lots of silver has been dug out of the surrounding mountains. The city has a scary amount of tunnels. Scary if you have a tendency to feel trapped like me ... mysterious and intriguing for people like my husband. He wanted to go and explore the tunnels and I wanted to stay on street level and not be stabbed in the back. 

The guest house we stayed at, called Antigua Casa de Musica, couldn't have been more beautiful, nor romantically Mexican. It had 3 big rooms, white stone walls and a high dark wooden ceiling. This is basically how I picture my dream house/apartment. It felt just how I wanted it to feel. Calm, cool and inviting. 

I for some reason completely forgot to take pictures of the interior beauty. I forgot about wi-fi and any other modern things as well. Felt mesmerized by the place and grateful to get to enjoy my husband to the max. Here is however a few pictures stolen from booking.com web page. 

We decided to start with a stroll in the city, visit only a few of the touristy spots and leave out just as many. We left out the mummy museum, due to the fact that I'm a very sensitive soul and suffer from a lot of nightmares as is, no need to invite any more drama into the bedroom ... or my husband might feel like leaving. The other thing we happily left out was Callejón del Beso, alley of the kiss.

 There are a lot of narrow alleys and streets and the most famous one, the alley of the kiss, is supposed to be a romantic one. Except that it really isn't. Not in our opinion. The story goes that on this alley the balconies facing each other are so close that once upon a time a young boy and a girl fell in love and would meet out on the balcony. They would lean over and kiss each other. However, the father of the daughter caught them, got so angry that he stabbed his daughter to death. In some version I read the boy was holding the hand of the girl and as she fell down dead from the balcony he joined her in death. Nowadays you are supposed to go to this alley with your beloved one, kiss on the third step and it will give you 7 years of happiness. 
We decided to walk up and down on all the other streets and alleys and kiss on one step here and there. I'm sure that will bring us just as much happiness. 

If not, we just go to my parents house and kiss up on their balcony. They just celebrated their 48th wedding anniversary this same weekend, something I find far more romantic. The story when my parents met my husband was far less dramatical as well and way more friendly. No knives involved. I actually remember how it was at the Helsinki airport and I had told my dear Dominican that in Finland we normally shake hands, we neither kiss nor hug each other, when we first meet. Unlike in many other countries. At the airport both my parents walked up to him with a big smile on their face, arms wide open and squeezed him a big welcoming hug. I remember my poor husband telling me afterwards that he had been so surprised that he had forgotten to hug them back... 
...Back to Guanajuato...on one of the beautiful narrow streets where no cars were allowed, we got to meet a very familiar figure to me. One I would have wanted to hug, if I hadn't been so shy. However, my husband convinced me to at least get in a picture with him.

The Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland. I adored his outfit and make-up. Really right on spot and he looked very authentic and cute. The rest of the people we met ... well I will write about it next time around