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San Luis Potosí: Woke Up in a Stranger's Bedroom, Literally

@Grace Miller3/9/2026blog
San Luis Potosí: Woke Up in a Stranger's Bedroom, Literally

i am not sure why i’m typing this at 3 am but here we are. last night? i slept in a hostel bed that smelled like old socks and regret. someone told me that’s normal here. i didn’t believe them. but then i saw the guy under the sink trying to fix a leak with a toothbrush. so maybe they were right.

the weather here is like that 18°c thing. i just checked and it’s… there right now. hope you like that kind of thing. it’s not freezing. it’s not scorching. it’s the weather of a place that doesn’t care if you’re alive or dead. and honestly? i’m fine with that.

neighbors? they’re like… whatever. i heard that if you get bored, san juan is just a short drive away. i don’t know if that’s true. i tried asking a bartender last night and she just handed me a cup of lukewarm ale and said ‘go somewhere else.’ which is fair. i’m not here to make friends. i’m here to take pictures of things that look like they belong in a dystopian film. and i did.

so here’s the deal. i bought a cheap lens for my camera. it’s probably broken. i don’t care. i took a photo of this old bridge and it looks like it’s from a movie about zombies. i posted it on unsplash with a caption that says ‘when the alpacas take over.’ it might get 10 likes. who knows.

i also heard that the local market is a disaster. someone told me that the tamales here are cursed. i tried one. it tasted like regret and maybe a hint of cinnamon. i still ate it. you have to, right? it’s texas-level weirdness.

here’s the map. i put it here because i’m lazy and also because it looks like a puzzle someone tried to solve with duct tape.


i took two more photos. one of a cat with a hat. i don’t know why. another of a church that looks like it was built by aliens. if you look closely, the cross has a tiny hat on it. probably. you can see the images below. they’re low quality. i don’t care.


reviews here are all over the place. i heard that the wifi in cafes is so bad you’ll spend more time negotiating passwords than actually working. i also heard that the buses here run on a schedule only a mechanic would respect. which is brutal. but hey, you adapt. or you stay in your room and stare at the ceiling. which is what i did.

i learned something today. the locals here don’t say ‘you’re welcome.’ they say ‘take it or leave it.’ same with the empanadas. they look like they’ve seen too much. but i took one. it was good. maybe. maybe not. point is, i’m still here. still surviving. still pretending i know what i’m doing.

if you’re coming here, don’t listen to the tour guides. they’re all ex-internet guys who think they’re philosophers. just follow the smell of burnt tortillas. that’s what matters. and also, maybe bring a raincoat. even though it doesn’t rain. just in case.

i tried to make empanadas tonight. it failed. spectacularly. the dough was a brick. the filling tasted like my ex’s nostalgia. but i ate it anyway. because failure is just a feedback loop here, right?

also, someone told me that the best coffee in town is at a place called Café de la Luna. i didn’t go. i’m too scared of places that sound like they might serve actual emotion.

well. that’s it. i’m going to sleep. or maybe not. i forgot. either way, tomorrow is another day of questionable life choices. thanks for reading. or not. this is messy. that’s the point.

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Student of life, taking notes for everyone else.

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