Author: Paul

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…

Throughout my life there have been a few teachers that have left an indelible mark on my life. The first was my 9th grade math teacher, Mr. Mousetis. He was a former marine drill sergeant and to no crap from anyone. I credit him with my math skills to this day. He drilled us relentlessly throughout the year on simple addition and multiplication all the way from 0+0 to 100+100 and multiplication, as well. We took timed tests several times…

While I was standing around in the jardin, talking with a couple of my classmates/new friends, Willie and Karen, I noticed, first, the arrival of an older Mexican gentleman moving very slowly, deliberately with a cane. I took a shot from the waist. A few moments later, he made it where he wanted to sit down. I continued my conversation with Willie and Karen, had another look in that direction, and there were two. I hadn’t seen the arrival of…

San Miguel is abuzz with activity, now. At any time of the day, there’s lots of activities, parades, dancers, performers, people on stages, etc. It’s hard, if you’re on the street, to find a quite place. However, if you know where to look, you can find them and sometimes with the children. I’ve been looking around to trying to find those quite spaces and have succeeded a couple of times. This evening I’ll be back on the streets, after a…

Well, I’m in San Miguel de Allende again. This time on an adventure of a different sort. Of course, a lot of photography is taking place, but so is a lot of Spanish. Any conversations that I speak about in this post were done completely in Spanish! I was surprised at how much I actually understood, but then again, Marina and Ernesto speak slowly enough that we can understand. Out on the streets, I still cannot follow a conversation, but…

Pretty much all day on Sunday it was a drab, ho-hum kind of day. Gray skies, flat light, threatening rain, but never really happening. That didn’t stop me from wanting to photograph, though. I set about with that task but, after a short while, became a little disillusioned with the whole thing. I wanted some light, some shadows, not the really boring flat light that I was getting. One thing for sure, the sensor had no problems dealing with the…

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