Our day over, we searched out our hotel, the Hacienda, in Mulege. It didn't look like much from the outside. Inside the courtyard, there was a large open area with a clean pool, bar, outside tables, and beautiful overhanging bougainvillea. The rooms were simply furnished, but clean. The travel agent had said it was a 3 star. We'd probably have given it 1 in the US. The innkeeper, however, was a gem. He was an elderly Mexican who had lived in Mulege for the last 44 years. He told us that he'd gone to Tijuana as a youth to school, then to Ensenada to seek his fortune. After 15 years, he returned to his home town, Mulege, and took over the inn. His grandfather had built the original building, which had been added onto many times. With pride he showed us the horse powered olive press his grandfather had imported from Spain. He assured us that our car would be safe, as he locked the gates at 10PM. He said that fresh coffee would be ready at 7AM for breakfast. In all, it was a pleasure to stay there, and we had a pleasant evening playing dominoes under the flowering bougainvillea.