There’s so much more to share about San Miguel and the writers’ conference, but since I couldn’t photograph synapses firing, here’s a bit more San Miguel beauty. One afternoon, I passed by here on my way from el centro back to the hotel, and a man was misting these flowers.

I was startled enough to say, ¿Las flores son reales? Yes, this garland is made of real flowers. And yes, I managed an intelligible question in Spanish with the correct noun gender. Just two of many delightful surprises that week. Continue reading More San Miguel →