Don Day always wanted to see the Hot Club of France. But the Hot Club of France disappeared from this world about the same time Don Day appeared in this world. So Don Day had to be content to listen to recorded forms of gypsy jazz instead. The closest Don Day ever...
If Don Day tipped too much tequila one evening and ran into a genie on the way home, right after wishing her name was Barbara Eden and then wishing she respond to every request with “Yes, Master”, I would use my third wish to patch a great big hole in San Miguel...
I can’t believe the number of people I’ve met. The number of stories I’ve heard. About people coming to San Miguel de Allende for a week. Falling under the town’s magical spell. And buying a house before they leave. Don Day has been coming to...
Back in March, Don Day helped host the SMART Awards, an event that was mostly about discovering which restaurant was San Miguel de Allende’s favorite. It was also an opportunity to hold a little wine tasting, to uncork a few of Don Day’s favorite wines,...
Don Day is a foodie. And foodies will endure 110 degree heat, plastic tablecloths, obnoxious company, dust storms, stinging insects, rock hard benches, dirt floors and chipped plates for an interesting, exciting or unusual meal. But once in a while, not too often mind...
His name is Antonio and I’ve never been too sure whether I wanted him back in town or not. He’s the kind of guy that usually threatens other men. He’s one of these new-fangled marketing symbols designed to sell wine to that new-fangled generation of...
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