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san miguel adventure fun time part two of six -   primeras impresiones The major take-aways: Um, I love old wooden doors  😍  Eh, well, the start of the trip was a little rough. But that means things can only get better! For Hugo and I, our visit to Morelia in 2020 for their film festival in the COVID times was a decent primer for the colonial Mexican experience.  So coming into San Miguel we did not have such a huge time shock. Even so there was a certain wow factor to the place. There are no glowing signs on the buildings, no neon lights in the streets, no giant billboards for feminine rejuvenation. You can focus on the stone work, the doors- the wooden doors that were hundreds of years old- I LOVED the doors!- 🫠 Oh, where was I?  The layers of history in San Miguel go back centuries; layers both grand and mundane. Coming out of Rosarito (which only became its own city in 1995) I was reminded again of how much I deeply miss antiquated things. We passed through the plaza principal

san miguel adventure fun time part one of six -  la mierda  The major take-aways: -Don’t forget your passport book. It saves you a lot of undo stress. -Make sure your driver really knows where you are going. Unless you want to walk. I was excited to go to a generally safe and easy place in Mexico. I spent the last day scurrying around making sure the house was in order, trying to cover all the details. But trying to do that made me forget something kind of- sort of-   important. Just as I was approaching an agent to get a tourist visa at the airport, I went into a panic. I did not have my passport book. I checked and checked my purse. There was a black n95 mask where my passport book should be. An image of it sitting in my desk drawer flashed in my mind’s eye. My heart sank. There was no way to make a turn around trip to pick up the passport book in time to make the flight. I was not going to be able to go.  Everything was seemingly ruined. How foolish! I stood in the airport shaking.

My life isn't all doom and misery all the time! Honest it isn't! (For a slog through my personal hell see: previous blog entries about health issues that go back a few years) To prove bad luck isn't the only thing grinning at me with Cheshire whites, I'm going to start a little a string of blog posts (a bloglet, if you will) all about my trip to San Miguel de Allende in an attempt to entertain, inform, and hopefully start bringing in some coin.  ( Please throw a tip in the jar / buy me a coffee .) My blog had gotten so depressing that I didn't want to advertise that I was writing about my dark times. I couldn't imagine asking people to top up the tip jar for content so negative and bonkers as I was putting out. But, after taking out an entire organ from my body, things have started improving.  And then an opportunity for me to travel while not being so sick presented itself: I had worked on a little animation with Hugo Crosthwaite that made it into a a coup