I love Valladolid. It’s just the perfect sized town. Not too big, not too small. A couple of good cafés where I can work. Birds, lizards and an occasional cat in the garden. Silence. Fresh air and a few designer stores with gorgeous clothing, a cenote in the middle of town and plenty more a short bus ride away. Just enough. Not more, not less. And also incredibly friendly locals except for the staff at the ADO ticket office. They simply don’t like customers for some reason.
I sometimes go into Merida and enjoy the perks of a big city; bars, a lively expat scene, plenty of options and good wine and imported French cheese at Café Créme on Calle 41, but at the end of the day I want to wake up to the sound of the crickets, the Sisal neighbourhood roosters that sometimes start crowing at 2am and the birds chirping at dawn.