You’ve probably seen the sign when you’re coming into San Miguel de Allende. The sign that says Population: 140,000. Then you look at the size of the town and think. But where are they? There isn’t room for 140,000 people. There’s a reason. The...
“And what would you like to be when you grow up, Don Day? A doctor? A lawyer? An astronaut? A fireman?” “No teacher, I want to be a sommelier.” “But Donny, I think you have to be born in a country in Northeastern Africa to be one of...
I had lunch with Bonnie Boden last week. Bonnie is my female friend of longest standing. So she’s obviously a woman with an enormously high tolerance level. Except when it comes to food. There she can be a little picky. And I will never forget the first time I...
We took the bus down to Centro last night. If you take San Miguel buses, you’ll know that often they come complete with a little showbiz, usually a guy and a guitar who, as the bus rocks and rolls over the cobblestones, finds it more difficult to stay on his...
Call it a ritual. Almost every Sunday I’d be there. Probably more regularly than quite a few Christians would be in making it to church. I’m talking about the tradition that spread from Canton province in China to Hong Kong to the two cities where...
As I was typing…sorry, keystroking…the headline I stole from the most excellent book “100 Places To Visit Before You Die” (which does, of course, include San Miguel de Allende) I was thinking of a line I heard the very first year I came to this...
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