In Guanajuato, a lot of the pretty, painted talavera pottery comes from Dolores Hidalgo. For me, the thrill was the street that seemed almost dedicated to beans.

Right in the middle of a somewhat busy street are about a dozen bean vendors. I felt all warm and fuzzy as I saw the pounds and pounds of beans for sale.

They all seemed to have the same types of beans and many of them we can get here in the U.S. but I'm always tickled to find what may be my favorite bean of the moment, Rosa de Castilla, for sale.

At one point, I noticed some lurid yellow beans, somewhat like Peruanos but even brighter. The vendor said they were in fact Peruanos, but then sneered slightly as he explained they were from Sinaloa and of a much lower quality than the local variety.

I had to do some fast talking at the airport to explain why I shouldn't have to spend $50 on excess luggage charges for $4 worth of beans.