Mexico 2026 - San Miguel de Allende - A Precious Commodity
The expats were taking my Travel Buddy to a charity rummage sale on Saturday. I decided I was too shaken up from the fall the night before and it would be better if I spent the day resting and enjoying the lovely environs of the guesthouse. Plus, after spending over 40 years in retail, a little shopping, as a recreational activity, goes a long way with me.
At one point, lounging on a rattan couch on the roof deck, I encountered one of the owners. We had a lovely chat about this and that and nothing at all.
The sound of church bells ringing and roosters crowing combined like music. I enjoyed the view of cathedral spires and domes as they appeared to cling to the steep hillside by willpower alone. I wrote, I did Facebook vacation photo dumps and enjoyed time, at many points in our lives an all too precious commodity.
I get a call. It is my Travel Buddy. He is sounding slightly panicked. He is lost. He has been going around in circles for 45 minutes. It is an easy enough thing to do. The hilly streets around the guesthouse wind and veer off at arbitrary angles. In this area of town many of the buildings look similar. He is beginning to get dehydrated in the 90 degree heat. Eventually he sends a screenshot of where his is to the guesthouse manager, who goes out and hits the streets to rescue him. I hug and welcome him upon his return not unlike the parable of the prodigal son. I thank the guesthouse manager profusely for his safe return.
I skip a party that my Travel Buddy and the expats attend. I'm still a little shaky and there is much more of the trip to come. I retire early and enjoy time, that precious commodity.
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