Author: Paul

Beliefs are an interesting thing. They shape our behaviors. If we believe strongly in something, it becomes our truth, though not necessarily ‘true’. I love to take photos of children. Here, in the US, I have a difficult time doing it. The constant news feed of fear tends to put people on edge, especially about any male taking photos of children – there seems to be something unsavory attached to that. Perhaps that is my belief, only, and not really…

Yes! The quest continues to meet my blogging friends world-wide. When I was in San Miguel in early March of this year, I tried to find Billie, but she wasn’t around, or either my schedule didn’t work out, but I was determined to meet her this time, and I did. I stumbled across Billie’s blog when I was browsing, looking at expatriate web sites. At the time, her blog was named, Billie’s Blog, I believe. I remember reading about her…

Tequila, beer, flowers, band music, mariachis – what do all of these things have in common? All could be found around the graves of loved ones passed. At any given moment in this particular graveyard in SMA there were mariachi bands playing classic tunes, other bands containing drums, tubas, accordions, and trumpets – to name a few instruments – this mix of music could be heard drifting across the cemetery. There were people praying, a priest giving mass, kids trying…

I suppose since the Jardin is the center of town, if you know someone who lives in town, you’re bound to run into them from time to time – and so it was, Halloween night. I was walking around, looking at all of the goings on in San Miguel as they geared up for the next two days of festivities. I was taking photos here and there when I noticed a gentleman walk by. Oddly, the hat looked familiar because…

One evening I was in the Jardin, taking pictures of this and that. Suddenly, I heard some old-school hip hop being played and noticed some youngsters doing a bit of break-dancing in the gazebo at the center of the Jardin (garden). I followed the beat and began taking photos. I had a good time. It wasn’t until I arrived home that I noticed a couple of familiar faces in the frame. In the background, watching the dancers, were Grace and…

I’ve two hours to go before the shuttle picks me up for my return trip home. It’s been a very fun, educational, and profound view into a bit of Mexican culture. I got out of it what I had hoped to, a bit of an inside view. I loved my morning conversations with Marina, my house mother, if you will. She told me, from her view, about life as a Mexican living in San Miguel. ¡San Miguel – Más bonita…

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