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April 02, 2008
I lost my heart in San Miguel
On March 4, after a red eye from LA and a 90 minute drive from Leon, Ann Paul and I arrived at our new home for two weeks: Casa Los Muertos, in San Miguel de Allende. After lugging bags inside, we did the only sensible thing: napped. Our rumbling tummies woke us a few hours later and we went in search of nourishment.
And, boy, did we find it! Not only did we eat sumptuously during our sojourn in San Miguel, we were fed in so many other ways. Our mornings were spent at Spanish classes -- with a stop on the way at my favorite cafe latte stand! We took a different route home nearly every day, so soon streets like Zacateros, and Hernandez Macias and Umaran were as familiar and comfortable as our own at home.
Every afternoon -- while San Miguel siesta-ed -- we wrote. Ann had a pressing April 1 deadline and I had a pressing need to feel like a real writer again. Two glorious weeks of writing left me with a nearly completed rough draft.
Our guys joined us for a few days, and we transformed from artistes to turistas -- taking in concerts and tours and some of the sights. And a lot of guacamole and totopos! (chips)
If you ever, ever get the chance to spend some time in San Miguel -- go! You will be awakened each day by a cacophony of birds . . .or perhaps fireworks in celebration of a saint's day. Stay in the Centro and you can almost ignore the encroaching "gringo land" of Home Depot and Office Max. It's a great place to rest, write and drink in the scenery -- as well as other refreshing treats.
Posted by kirby at April 2, 2008 03:03 PM