Life in Mexico and San Miguel de Allende may be quieter, and in San Miguel, a town known for its festivals, parades and all-around good time, I kind of feel like our toys have been put back in the toy box. Like someone has cleaned up our room.
I miss those other times, everyone does.
But, last night, for a few minutes, San Miguel played dress up and danced in the skies.
David and Kathy rang our doorbell and we ushered them in for drinks, music, and a tasty dinner made by my esposo marveloso!
We had invited them over because we have a stunning view and this would be the first time we would see fireworks since we moved to this house in April. As mentioned, the skies of San Miguel have been silent. But it was El Grito and Mexico celebrates.
After a dinner of lamb, corn, and a Mediterranean cucumber salad with a tart to finish it off and accompanied by wine, tequila, gin and tonics, rompope and limoncello, and a good chat, the sky lit up.
It was early and we were caught off-guard. But we quickly grabbed phones and hightailed it up to our rooftop to watch a symphony of lights explode all around us. I didn’t know where to look first and there was no way I could capture it all. But I tried and came away with several videos.
The videos show my enthusiasm, they jump from place to place as I exclaim, and exclaim and exclaim. I hate my voice, but there it is in a running commentary for posterity. Some unbridled joy.
I unashamedly post one on Facebook. It can always be muted.
I had been having a tough day, letting something get to me that shouldn’t. But, San Miguel, as always, reboots me.
COVID has ruined plans and lives for everyone. But in a display of color and big booms from the fireworks, it showed that Mexico is not broken and that it will take a lot more than a virus to bring us to our knees.
COVID be damed!! Viva Mexico!!