Cold Facts on San Miguel de Allende.

Before we moved to San Miguel, we had visited here quite often.
Whenever we would talk about where we lived in Patzcuaro we would regularly hear..
”Patzcuaro…..It’s SOOOO COLD there”
Well , last week, no wait….
last month, no…..
okay, I started this post at the end of November. I have been very bad about keeping current, but that will be changing with the new year!!!!

We had a cold snap like nothing I had ever experienced in Patzcuaro.

What Jack Frost Touches, Dies!

Note the splash of green in the lower left where the larger tree shielded the smaller.

The temperature dropped to –8 Celsius and combined with the wind that night it made for some cold feet on the tile floor. But it also made for some very unhappy plants.

The tree in front of the house got the worst of it,  leaves turning brown and brittle.
Throughout the yard, plants are dead or dying back, to start over (hopefully) when the temperature permits.

I am already seeing some colour popping out amongst all the brown in the yard. I am taking this not as just a good sign for the garden, but perhaps an omen of the year to come and our new adventures in our new home!

Rebirth!

I Have a Mountain of Books!

 

One of the things that I really disliked about living in Mexico , when we first moved here, was the lack of book stores. I missed Chapters.  For those of you in the States, Chapters is Canada’s large chain book store.

I missed digging through piles of old books in used stores on Granville Street.
Sneaking out to Point Grey to see the latest science fiction in at the White Dwarf bookstore. Be careful not to trip over the basset hound wandering the store.

When we moved down here we brought a small trailer for our belongings. Well, for what was left of our belongings, as we sold, gave away or threw out 90 percent of our stuff. Just keeping clothes, computer, a few sentimental things and boxes and boxes of books.

When I got my kindle, I was very happy. I don't really buy hard copy books anymore.
But......
I still cant bring myself to get rid of all my old books. Old books are like old friends.

Right now I have boxes of books still to go through to pick which ones will go in the book cases of our new place. Yes, there are still some that I will be throwing away. Anyone want 6 books on how to use a 4 year out of date version of Photoshop? Let me know before the garbage truck gets here!!

Then this morning I came across this Canadian artist. Perhaps I should turn my old books into a new hobby!

So head on over to visit Guy Laramee, and be amazed, I know I was.

http://www.guylaramee.com

A San Miguel Morning

 

Hello Strangers, yes I am still alive. As we speed through fall and head towards winter, I am taking a moment to make a quick post. Life has been rather chaotic this year, but I hope to be back on track soon.

We have just moved to San Miguel, and while we are missing Patzcuaro , we are looking forward to new adventures.

 

The Morning Light

I am an early riser, and have been for a very long time. Mornings are magic, watching the village wake up. Refreshing walks with coffee in hand, while the sun, low in the sky, brings drama to the commonplace scenes.

Yesterday was one of those days. Let me share some of the pictures I took, it will be like we went on a walk together.

More Colour!

Part of Patzcuaro’s charm is the traditional uniform colour of all the buildings in town, but it is a nice change of pace to find different colours every place you look.
One of the houses even looked like Hobbits lived there, with a doorway that seemed a couple of feet too short for practical use.

Excuse Me is Frodo Home?

After wandering the back streets of San Miguel for a while, I make my way towards the main plaza. Today is Dia De La Revolución, so there is a great deal of activity everywhere.

What is a Parade Without Drums?

There seemed to be dozens of bands, each playing louder in an attempt to overshadow the others.

 

Feathers!

And of course, you have to have vibrant costumes and adorable kids!
So, how was your morning?

The Next Shirley Temple Busts a Move!

Come To Morelia For New Boobies!

Come to Morelia for new boobies, stay for the dominatrix run English classes!

I have always liked signs, if you keep your eyes peeled you never know what you may find.  While driving down the road in Morelia I notice a sign.

Bubis = Boobies!

 

There are some buxom ladies on this sign, and in big letters it says “Bubis Nuevas” now bubis was not a word covered in my Spanish class, so I check with my next door neighbour, who is currently riding shotgun with me.

“ Carlos, does bubis nuevas mean what I think it means?” He informs that it means exactly what I think it means.
I thought that they had to be kidding, so next time in town, I am armed with my trusty camera, looking for a few pictures and to check out the details.

The Place To Go To Find Your Breast Friend!

Sadly it was not a joke. That sort of left me speechless, and for me that is saying something.It seems , that every Wednesday,  you can earn tickets for a draw for a boob job with all the drinks you buy.

So, I grab my pictures and on the way back out of town I notice another sign advertising English classes with discipline! Looks like it will be a sign double feature.

I am picturing a stern, somewhat statuesque female teacher (perhaps sporting new breasts she recently won down the street) dressed in black leather  and fishnets, sporting a riding crop.  The reality is probably an 70 year old retired nun who is very dangerous with a ruler!

Spank Your Way To English Proficiency

I thought about popping up and getting a picture of the teacher, but I was afraid if I did that, they might discipline me.

 

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It has been some time since my last post. It seems that rather than being back in the saddle again, I got thrown by the horse. Hopefully now I will be able to get back on track. Lots to update you on, including, selling the house, moving, Shannon re-breaking her leg, IN SLOW MOTION, more surgeries, a week with 30 girls from Mexico City  and all the other maelstrom of things that have kept me from the keyboard. I just hope you haven't given up on me, but I wouldn't blame you if you had.

Thanks

Todd “Almost MIA” McIntosh