I’ve lived in San Miguel for a month. Some might argue that a month is not long enough to have a life anywhere. Home is a feeling, a sense of being. Like a tortoise, I take home with me wherever I go. La calle Animas 8, is home in San Miguel where I live in […] (Read more)
The day begins in San Miguel just before 5:00 a.m. when the rooster in my neighborhood sounds his reveille. The prolonged whistle of a passing train cuts through the morning darkness ten to fifteen minutes later. At 6:30, a cacophony of church bells fills the early morning quiet. The symphony of the sounds of San […] (Read more)
The sun rose to greet us as Luis, our driver, sped across the Mexican highlands toward San Miguel de Allende where my friends, Annis and Judy, and I will spend the month of February. Azucena, our housekeeper, greeted us warmly on arrival at Animas 8, and showed us to our apartments. Once settled, we headed […] (Read more)