The sound penetrated a deep sleep and scattered dreams. A car radio? The cantina on the corner? A passing boom box?
No, no, and no.
It was the real deal. At midnight a mariachi band was poised in a half-circle in front of our neighbor’s door serenading her in song here in Colonia San Antonio, San Miguel de Allende.
A birthday? An anniversary? A way to say I love you? I’m sorry? I adore you?
I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to intrude on such a beautiful moment but the romantic notion of it all compelled me. For the moment we were living in a 1940’s romance western, a South of the Border epic. Of course, I went out on the patio — discretely — to watch, to listen for a while but, bless them, it was cold.
The band played about six songs, a little over half an hour, then drifted off into the night leaving only the sound of barking dogs, the occasional bad muffler, and the birds who reclaimed the night air.
I drifted back to my own sleep, a smile on my face and so much gratitude in my heart for where I live and the people who live around me.
This is why I live here. For the magic.