The Ex-Convent/Monastery

As we're entering the gate to the ex-convent/monastery, the boys get into an argument over which it actually was.  Beto and Chory both agreed on one answer and Paloma was adamant about the opposite.  As these boys always do, they bet on it and loser was going to buy dinner/lunch (it was 5:30 by this time).

As we're pulling in the gate (it's kind of like a national park), we see the sign that says it closes at 5.  Oops.  Who knew?  Well, actually I did.  I had read that in my trusty book, but kind of had forgotten we'd be going after work.  All my DF site-seeing usually happens first thing in the morning or early afternoon, so I kind of just forgot to think about it.  Besides, Paloma was this ship's tour guide, not me!

We park and walk up to the place.  The sign said one thing, whatever Chory and Beto had thought.  However, we poke our heads in and ask the guard if we can look around.  He tells us no because it's closed.  Then they ask and Paloma gets the answer he wants.  Hmmmm.  So it's basically a tie.

Then Paloma starts bargaining with the guy (I thought Ashley was going to get to witness the famous Mexican bribe, but I never saw money change hands.) by saying that we would be quick, etc.   Nothing seems to be working, which probably was our cue to do something girlie, but we missed that.  So Paloma tells the guy that we're here all the way from the US, can't we just look around real quick?

He buys it (It's true!) and we hurry in.
We look around and see the grounds and take a few pictures.  We imagine what the closed and locked doors lead to.  Then we walk around the outside and see that there's an entrance to the torture chambers below (We were corrected on our way out.  It was used for food storage.  Kinda boring don't you think?).  Being as it was underground and there were no windows, it was pitch black.  Even our cell phone lights didn't help much.  We spent a good three minutes fighting over who would go first.  The American girl in me came out and I got tired of waiting, so I was the brave leader!
Off we went through one dark passage after another.  The ceiling was low in most places, so we had to crouch down.
In one room, we stopped for a solid five minutes trying to get a good group shot.  This was the best we could do:
It wasn't scary once we got going, but then it hit me that we were there after closing and that if we got locked in there, we'd be locked in there.  Not to mention we had a flight outta there the next morning!  Luckily we made it.

We made our way outside and continued to where they served "the best quesadillas you've ever tasted" according to Beto and Paloma.  It had cooled off and was almost chilly at this point.

The food was good, but the quesadillas in DF seem to share a common theme- they don't come with cheese.  Strange, I know, but Ashley had cheese-less quesadillas at least twice before this day.

I don't know if they decided who won/lost the bet, but I decided to pay for the meal to thank them.  Again, what's 20 bucks when you're feeding 5 people?!