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 that’s OK.
I arrived in the Queretero airport about 1:30 in the afternoon, by the time that I got through immigration, etc, it was about 2:45, or so. My shuttle was there as were the two other passengers who were riding to SMA. On the way to town, I talked a little bit to the driver and busied myself taking pictures of the mountains in the distance. I was just a touch nervous about showing up and knocking on the door of a complete stranger’s house. Little did I know, I had absolutely nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
We arrived. The driver helped me with my bags. I asked him to wait, just in case. I knocked on the door and Marina opened it with, flashing that beautiful smile of hers and greeted me: Hola, chico! Adelante (Come in!). Immediately she laughed about how many bags I had and asked how many days I was staying. I asked if it were too few or too many. She said, too many. It was only two. I learned my lesson on my Australia trip. Always carry a spare just in case they lose the main one.
Anyway, as soon as I got in, she sat me at the table and fed me. Her husband, of 35 years, Ernesto, and I talked for a bit while she fixed food. The food was served and it was quite delicious. Every meal has been. As a matter of fact, I can smell breakfast now. I’ll have a good meal before going to school.
I mentioned that after eating, I was going to go to the Internet cafe down the street and send a message back home letting everyone know that I arrived. Immediately, Ernesto said that they had internet and provided me with the password. Sweet!
I got in touch with the folks back home, talked a bit more, then … went to bed. I was wiped out, exhausted. I had gotten up at 3:00 AM and it was about 8:00 PM on the east coast. I slept well that night. I did get up, though, at around 5:00 AM and went out into the hall between the bedroom and the main area, looked up the stairs to the terrace, and immediately went back to my room to get my camera. Well. Time to go. A bit of breakfast, a lot of Spanish, and probably a few adventures await.