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San Miguel de Allende

The lesson from ‘Sweaters for ABBA’: Dream bigger because people will come through — and thanks

Or, to get out of the doghouse, try and do some good

It started when I accidentally gave away two boxes of warm clothing that was meant to go to ABBA House in Celaya. Long story short, the clothing went to a good cause albeit not the one Rose Alcantara envisioned when we filled the boxes with clothing.

Sure enough, I was in the doghouse, again. This one built all on my own.

I felt badly because I know Rose was thinking of the hundreds of immigrants who pass through Celaya en route to the United States. And the thousands who may very well be following the trail south after January 20.

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photography, San Miguel de Allende, Writings

Revelling in those wide open spaces

We once lived in a house that had a 360-degree view of San Miguel de Allende from the rooftop.

We still live in the house but the view is mostly gone.

In its place is a three-story condo project that wraps around the two sides facing Centro, the Parroquia, and the sunrise. It would be oppressive were it not for the chiffon yellow paint job. Chiffon yellow tends to soothe.

At any rate, this picture is not about that.

This picture was taken many blocks away on the top floor of the Posada de Las Monjas hotel on Calle Canal. Twice a week I climb the Escher–like staircases to the top to take Pilates. The walk to the studio is almost as grueling as the class. But obviously worth it.

And I’m not just saying that because the instructor is my wife, Rose Alcantara.

This is the view from the studio.

On Monday , we were expecting a late-season shower. The clouds to the West looked promising. They apparently had business elsewhere. All we got were sprinkles.

And a spectacular view.

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Colonia San Antonio, photography, San Miguel de Allende, Uncategorized

In Colonia San Antonio: Los pequeños locos make my day

This thing about San Miguel de Allende is you just never know when a parade might break out.

Like this morning.

I was on my way to Pilates. (I know this woman who rocks at teaching floor Pilates. …) As I turned off Calle San Antonio and headed down Calle Allende there was a distinct change in the atmosphere. People of the parental type were hanging on the corners near the church and all looking down the street.

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Memoirs -- fact and fiction, Rants and raves, San Miguel de Allende, Writings

The Log: April 18 — Dylan’s new song echoes Whitman’s epic poem, so, why not ‘Echoes’ from Pink Floyd?

IMG_1392THE ANNOTATION:

#1 In a perfect world, I would be up at 5 a.m., — meditate, walk the dog, make coffee, write until 9 a.m., do yoga/Pilates for an hour … blah, blah, blah. Say, has anyone seen a perfect world out there lately?

Lesson No.1: Repeat after me: I will not beat myself up. Nor anyone else. How you cope is exactly right for you. But do no harm (To you, me, or anyone else … including small pets and goldfish). Continue reading →

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