I keep forgetting that this city is actually at a pretty decent altitude. Which is why I keep thinking it's really cool when the clouds are really close when it rains. You can see them covering the mountaintops, which also seem not that tall from far away.
I also like the city at night.
Venezuela has the best desserts I have ever tasted. Everything is delicious and rich. Even plain cake with no icing is good. Some bakeries even grind the sugar straight from the cane to make it, which is why I think it's so delicious.
Nobody uses credit cards here. So whenever you need money, you have to go to the bank to get however much you need out. There are no ATM's except at the bank. I think it's some kind of ordeal also, lots of paperwork and such. But you have to get up early and go to the bank, because you'll be waiting there forever.
(There's a line inside the bank also)
You know how when you're a little kid, and you're told not to take rides from strangers? This is an example of one of the buses I take to school sometimes.
(I'm not lying. This is an actual bus.)
But probably the saddest part of Merida is that there are stray dogs everywhere. Sweet looking, cuddly dogs that obviously only want to be loved, and you can't pet them because they'll bite you and you'll get rabies. They just wander the streets and if you ignore them, they won't bug you. But if they catch you paying attention to them, like I did in the second picture below, they'll start barking and growling. Good thing there was a fence.
Must. Not. Pet.
(There were like three or four of these dogs that just live in this little foresty fenced off area.)
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