I won’t go on about how good of a time I had in San Miguel de Allende because I’m already annoying people. It’s almost as bad as the time I went on a falconing walk and didn’t stop talking about it for two weeks. The world was full of birds then. People were just there to listen.
Today, my world is full of beauty and mythology, poetry, good weather, and…
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