The crowds fill the public square every night around twilight when the setting sun spreads a golden hue over all of San Miguel de Allende. It is like the streets are paved in gold. Perhaps this is the El Dorado that the Spanish sought and they just didn’t know.
It is a magical time, still a little warm before the cold wind rolls in over the hills and chills the air.
This posting is just to thank you, dear readers, for following me through thick and thin this year. My wish is for a magical season for you and a new year filled with wonder and joy.
Thanks for reading and we’ll catch up again soon!
Merry Christmas!









