What a trip this has been!
Cavorting in the sunshine…
And totally loving the Mexican vibes.
It seems to me we have been here in San Miguel De Allende for at least a month. It is strange how perception of time can change, but I’m not complaining.
The pictures above are from the charming toy museum. I do have many more photos of the awesome displays that have inspired me to get out my own dollhouse and spend the upcoming Wisconsin winter just playing around.
We played around in the hot springs at La Gruta on Wednesday, filling two taxis for the 7 mile trip. Three pools were open on the day we were there but on the weekends more pools are opened for the crowds. This pool is just the right temperature, maybe 90 degrees.
This pool is warmer and in the back corner is a very dark water tunnel to the hottest pool. Too hot for me.
We taxied back to town and that evening walked to the Biblioteca Publica for a small supper followed by a mesmerizing gypsy guitarist who claimed to have played guitar since age of nine and now was ninety. That part about being ninety must have been a lie because, after being concerned about some of the audience of about 20 not being able to see the performance, he nimbly set his chair on the table and played from there. And he had plenty of Spanish sex appeal.
We have gone to two movies this week at the Pocket Theater. When someone suggested going to see a movie I thought of it as vacation fill in but it was far more than that.
There are two theaters at Pocket Theater and each hold about 25. Reserving ahead of time is best and you pick out your seat and for the price of the ticket you get a drink, which can be alcoholic (we all had gin and tonics). Once you are seated and the movie about to start, someone passes out bags of popcorn. It’s very intimate, the screen is close and the movie seating comfortable.
We saw a 2017 movie, “Wind River”, excellent, award winning though very violent and a movie from the 70’s called “A Little Romance”, so sweet I had to brush away a few tears but there was no need to be embarrassed cause half of the row did the same.
What? Are we getting emotional about saying “Goodbye”?