When I moved down here twelve years ago, my goal was to spend as much time being a bench warmer in the jardin as possible. I did get to do that for a while, several times a week. The conversations were delightful.
The question I asked, usually was "How did you come to San Miguel?"
I waited with anticipation for the saga that was always forthcoming. I loved the one by the man, who has become a friend, who was on the bus, got off and has never left!
Or the woman that read about San Miguel, packed her car, never having even been to Mexico and drove down and is still here!
To me, it's like hearing "The Grapes of Wrath" over and over. I never tire of meeting the people and hearing the stories.
Well, it seems lately - like for the last six months or so - I don't get to the bench near enough times a week. IF I'm lucky maybe twice.
The Monday Morning Koffee Klatch group meets at 11AM and that cuts into my bench time, darn.
It's kinda hard to be two places at once, even though I often try. Usually at 11:45 when the bells ring, I stand up and scurry to the bench for at least 45 minutes. Not long enough.
Lately it seems that my Friday time is usurped by some insignificant chore that I need to get done, darn.
However today I was DETERMINED to get there. I set the alarm for a relatively early time, 7AM. I was up and out of the house by 9:15AM. I dashed to centro to get as many chores out of the way as possible so I could be on the bench by 11AM. I was.
The sun was shining. A soft breeze was blowing. Not many people around. Two dogs lying in the sun (now they have the RIGHT idea). The Mexican woman who sells flowers walked by and spoke and smiled. Then a couple of acquaintances arrived for shoe shines. I just let it all wash over me.
The people, the sun, the breeze and eventually, the church bells.
The sense of contentment when I can sit and observe life in Mexico is a wondrous thing.
I never take it for granted. I need to do it more often.
Want to join me? It's a simple pleasure with great rewards.