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April 02, 2008
and Kirby and Neil all smiles.
One big happy group. . . until we realized we'd pulled that solid wood door shut behind us and all of our luggage, our cell phones, our keys were inside. And of course this was the morning we were leaving. And of course the driver was on his way to pick us up. And of course it was the birthday of Benito Juarez, a Mexican national holiday, so all of the locksmiths were closed.
While Neil and Ron launched into action, Ann and I sat on our front stoop and waited. A charming elderly man stopped to chat with us. He was a famous music teacher, he said. He had famous students all over the world! His father had bought the house kiddy-corner from ours for ten pesos in 1908. We thoroughly enjoyed our conversation. Our driver came, we explained the problem, he called someone who called someone who came with a key. Our new friend wandered on up Callejon de Los Muertos.
Later, while we waited for the guys to come back from their fruitless trip to find an open locksmith, Ann and I walked down the street, passing in front of our new friend's home. The door was open, and we could peek into the entry courtyard.
Every available spot was covered with framed photos of our neighbor with other musicians, with awards and plaques. Here, we'd been living in the same neighborhood with this treasure and it took getting locked out of the house to give us this special moment.
So while I cherished each moment I had in San Miguel to be one with my laptop, this last encounter reminded me that life is what happens in white space.
It pays to sit on your front stoop every once in awhile and just wait to see what happens.
(a shout out to Elizabeth D. who kept asking me to post some San Miguel photos!)
Posted by kirby at April 2, 2008 03:22 PM
Comments
It was worth the wait Kirby! Wow - sounds like a wonderful sojourn. Any time you want to go back - give me a holler!
:)
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Posted by: Elizabeth O. Dulemba at April 3, 2008 05:44 AM