Yesterday morning about 7:50AM the doorbell rang. I wondered who that could be as the man selling fresh flowers comes at 8:30AM, usually, and the guys selling bottled water come later in the morning. So I opened the gate to the handyman who works in the school across the road. He wanted me to know that I had left my car window down all night on the street side. Oh my gosh, I was afraid to look inside the car wondering what would be gone. NADA, not one thing. So the day started on a great note.
While in centro I stopped in a little store at the corner of Mesones and Reloj to check on a pair of flats with animal print fabric on them. The owner asked me what I was looking for and I told her. She pulled out a book, showed me a photo of the very shoes I was looking for and said she would order them and have them for me next Wednesday! I asked if she wanted a deposit and she said no. Don't you just love it? I can't tell you the name of the store as there is no sign to tell you. Don't you just love that too?
The Brass and Wool Fair is going on around the jardin for nine days. Lots of different, unique items made in San Miguel and villages in the vicinity. Since we now have many Oaxacan vendors selling rugs and woven items here in town, they were exhibiting also. As I came around the corner, here was this Oaxacan woman doing embroidery with the most beautiful face. It doesn't get any better then this, does it?
Sweet things - they are always happening in San Miguel. Viva Mexico!
5 comments:
Maybe they were all shopped out from my truck.
You're the bomb, Babs!
You may be right Steve, though I'm so sorry that happened to you. Could it be that your SUV is RED and noticeable and mine is dirt colored? Ha.
Well thanks Christine, what a "sweet thing" to say! I knew a man in California that used to say that to me all the time. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but, decided to take it as a compliment, ha.
I love your love for my country. Few Americans (not many Mexicans)are able to "see" the real Mexico.
Carlos, I'm honored to live in Mexico. It has embraced me since I first landed in Mexico City in the late 60's. I "see" so much that my heart is full, continuously. I take your comment as a beautiful compliment.
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