Its a Saturday and the holiday of Thanksgiving, has begun;
Friday night included!
I think of the luminaries along the main avenue in San Miguel.
Everyone is at the Comida, lunch, ready to relax the lazy afternoon away....
The Central, or the main gathering of the town park and driveway,
to be seen! Coming up from Mexico, short for, of course Mexico City.
Feliz Navidad playing on the radio.....
My favorite place was Belles Artes, and the professor I met;
he taught Spanish to the enthrall of Europeans who crowded the language schools.
The combination of weekenders from Mexico and the students from all over
gave a not so slight, cosmopolitan and thrill of a Ferris wheel, movement of
garish and the artist, celebrated for the creation of modern, the next, Picasso.
I met a French woman who was renting out a casita; she spoke Spanish badly
yet she was what was considered a local, of those who were from somewhere else, anyway.
She let me in on all, one really doesn't want to know, and I went away not renting.
The price was right but the French, who can live with them.....
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