This is my last post on 2017 Holy Week, I promise. But as my first “Semana Santa,” there is much to absorb and share.
After two weeks of watching from the sidelines in Guanajuato as the Easter story plays out, the routes, costumes, statues, and backdrop have all become familiar. As we approach the “Grand Finale” of Easter Sunday, I am curious to know what the celebration is like in nearby San Miguel de Allende, known for its vibrant color and culture. Continue reading
In years past, San Miguel de Allende has been a regular destination for National Geographic’s week-long photography workshops. While buildings in the main section of historic “Centro” in San Miguel are restricted by the Regulation of Construction to shades of ocre and earth tones, vivid accent colors abound in the form of bougainvillea, hibiscus, and greenery planted in brightly colored pottery. But no accent is more intriguing than the doors of San Miguel. There’s even a book of photography featuring only photos of the ornately carved doors. Continue reading
The previous post brings me up through the end of 2016. I have been in Mexico for well over a month now, escaping the brown of winter. Though I aspire to get caught up on the blog one day, Mexico offers timeless days and rich distractions. I vow not to “fast forward,” as I want to remember them all. And so begins 2017… Continue reading
Happy New Year, direct from the Jardin in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, my winter “home away from home” where my brother Don and I have been coming since 2007. New Years Eve in the Jardin (town square) has become a family tradition of sorts. But this year, I am particularly relieved to usher 2016 out the door. Continue reading
It didn’t take long after my arrival in San Miguel to realize I was in hiking withdrawal. After a couple of walks all the way across town to the Mega Supermarket “just to have some place to go,” I realized the cobblestone streets of Centro Historico were not going to be enough to satiate my need for perpetual motion that had plagued me since retirement in October. I still seemed to be suffering from “restless leg syndrome.” Continue reading
If it’s Tuesday, this must be….market day!
Early Tuesday morning, a steady stream of taxis, delivery vehicles and farm trucks rumble up the hills of the Cuesta de San Jose and Canal Street toward San Miguel’s Tuesday Market, also known as “Tianguis del Martes.” It only takes place on Tuesdays (ergo the name “Tuesday Market,”) between the hours of 9am and 4pm. Just the fact that an open-air market of this size, estimated to be as large as three football fields, can set up and disassemble so quickly for only one day a week makes it worth the trip. Continue reading
Despite the near-perfect climate at 6,200 ft elevation, the fact that San Miguel de Allende has such a large expat community can be mostly attributed to the arts. If the Parroquia and Jardin are the heart of the city, the Instituto Allende is the creative right brain. Continue reading
It was my sixth or seventh trip to San Miguel de Allende. I’ve lost count of the visits there spanning from two weeks to two months since 2007. My brother Don first broke the news that he had read about this mountain town / artist community that some gringos consider utopia in old Colonial Mexico, so he was driving his Toyota Land Cruiser down from Texas for a month to check it out. He had received a book for Christmas, Tony Cohan’s On Mexican Time, a book that would prompt a permanent paradigm shift for us both about our neighbors to the south. Continue reading
From Thanksgiving amidst the red rocks of the great Southwest to the Jardin at midnight in San Miguel de Allende in one blog post, I have some ‘splainin’ to do. One of my intentions after retiring was to finally get the blog into “real time,” and we see how that has gone. I can’t seem to get caught up, no matter how hard I try. Do I dare make this a resolution? Continue reading
How do you spell fear? Me personally? I spell it “D.E.N.T.I.S.T!!”
Throughout all my travels to date, the scariest experience I have had was trying to color my hair in India. I can now update that to reflect “having a toothache in Mexico!” Continue reading