American retiree in Mexico San Miguel de Allende

San Miguel felt like a mistake. Instead of taking the bus I chose to drive, in Mexico, alone, 3.5 hours to the town. Apart from sheer exhaustion, the stress of reading street signs in Spanish quickly took it’s toll, as did the many speed traps and Mexican Policia Federal on the side of the road. What did I know about the Mexican police? Was this safe? What do I do if pulled over? How many kilometers were in a mile again? What had I thoughtlessly risked into order to have a bit more control on my trip? I arrived exhausted

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