The trip back from the grocery store in Lisbon, Portugal, required mounting staircase after staircase, but San Cristobal de las Casas is perched at a much higher elevation, above 7,000 feet. The stairmaster I patronize for only a few minutes a couple of times a week before trips is located here in San Antonio, at a wimpy elevation of 650 feet.
Of course, the best views require climbing. So climb we did.
Guidebooks claim only 79 steps need to be mounted to reach Guadalupe Church (1834), but it certainly seemed as though they miscounted. The climb up to Templo San Cristobal was even harder, although it politely zigzagged back and forth. I found myself stopping for what I claimed were breaks to enjoy the vistas but were obviously opportunities to try to catch my breath.
Looking straight down the steps from Guadalupe Church on foot is one thing, but, while we were in San Cristobal, there was one of those crazy urban bike races. Plunging down the stairs on a bike was part of the course.
Think I’ll stick to walking. Thanksgiving excuses behind me, heading back to the gym to see if I can manage to talk myself into a few more flights on that stairmaster. No telling where the Mister will make me climb next.
Postcards from Barton Springs 
I’m impressed. I’m content to look at it from the bottom. Have TWO bad knees. Just being at ground level at present is an endurance test in and of itself……….
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Babs – A taxi definitely can slip you up the back way to the Templo San Cristobal and possibly to the Church of Guadalupe as well….
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