Arriving in Fresnillo, I was not sure what to expect. I was told that the local mountain bike group would be notified of my arrival, but what happened was way cooler. Whenever I arrive in a Mexican city or town, I make a beeline for the center of the city. There is always a huge cathedral there. Arriving in Fresnillo, I made my way to the Church of Our Lady of Purification. I entered to take photos. Upon exiting the church, there was a young guy sitting on a bench almost directly in front of the doors. Horacio waved me over and explained that he recognized me from a Facebook post from his friends in Sombrerete. Roman, Juan, and Areli, who had hosted me and biked out of Sombrerete with me, were his friends.
After a short conversation, Horacio was calling someone. I asked him who? He casually mentioned that he was calling the Municipal President of Fresnillo. Apparently, Horacio knew the mayor. The mayor sent the fire chief of Fresnillo to welcome m,e and it was decided that I would be staying at the fire station during my stay in Fresnillo.
The next day, Horacio took the day off, and we took a 6 km walk to visit Plateros to visit Santo Niño de Atocha – the holy infant of Atocha. After our tour, the fire chief arrived and introduced me to the Minister of Tourism of Fresnillo. After some photos, the fire chief gave us a ride back to town in an ambulance to have lunch with the Minister of Tourism.
A ride in an ambulance
Lunch with the Ministry of Tourism
An article Horacio did on my bike ride. The full article can be found HERE
