I arrived in Guanajuato yesterday, and am as enthralled with this town as I was with San Miguel. Another UNESCO World Heritage Site, Guanajuato is the capital of the state of the same name. Founded in 1559, it is a former silver mining city and home to the La Valenciana mine.
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Last Days in San Miguel
It is so hard to believe that so many days have passed since my last post. When I initially set up this blog it was my plan to post almost every day but how does that saying go? “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” Or something like that! Needless to say, my remaining days in San Miguel just continued to get better.
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Finding More Gems to Explore in San Miguel
When approaching something new you never know what the outcome is going to be. I felt this way when I first signed up for the writing workshop– I was worried that I wouldn’t fit in, or worse, that no one would like me. I’m sure I’m not alone in these kinds of fears, but I told myself that you will never know unless you open yourself to new experiences.
Zandunga y Dia de Muertos
I’ve been so busy with this writing workshop and all of the festivities related to Day of the Dead that these last couple of days have been a blur. As I sit here in my apartment and listen to the sounds of mariachi music blaring from the dive bar on the corner, it brings a smile to my face. Even on a Tuesday evening, this place is a non-stop party. And the energy and enthusiasm is contagious.
Adventures With a New Friend
I had one free day in San Miguel before my writing workshop started, and I wanted to make the most of it. I decided to first locate where the workshop would be held, so I made my way down Calle Hidalgo to the Centro Historico. With no set schedule, I bought a cup of coffee and settled onto a bench on the perimeter of a small park. People watching has always been a favorite activity of mine, and today was no exception.
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Bananas & Barking Dogs: My Arrival in San Miguel
After an uneventful flight, my plane touched down at the airport in Leon, Mexico, and I made my way down the steep stairs into pouring rain. I rushed down the runway, lifting the legs of my pants so as not to get them drenched, and entered the tiny baggage claim/customs area. This was not the large, almost unnavigable airport that I was accustomed to when arriving at locations like LAX or Charles de Gaulle in Paris — this was a much more manageable area that immediately lowered my stress level.