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© 2019 Cathy Cassady

"Good Things Are Going To Happen"

 

It all began in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico at the annual Writers' Conference.   Around the time of my birthday in September 2016 I got a flash of inspiration:  Why don't I try to volunteer at the writers' conference in San Miguel de Allende (SMA)?  Since Dad died there in 1968, I've always wanted to take a pilgrimage to see where he spent his last days, and since I'm a struggling writer (aren't we all?), it would be a perfect trip. 

I went online to apply, but the deadline to apply as a volunteer had passed.  I applied anyway.  Well... the Universe was cooperating, as usual.  Not only did I receive an immediate welcoming reply from the Volunteer Coordinator, Tina, but when I explained that I was short of funds, she offered to host me and let me stay with her for free!  She said, "Why don't you come a week early so I can show you around and introduce you to people?"  

That was all I needed to hear.  I was off...

I spent two weeks in the most idyllic setting... SMA is a UNESCO World Heritage Site located about four hours north of Mexico City at over 6,000 ft. elevation in the foothills of  Mexico’s central highlands. It is known for its baroque 17th and 18th century Spanish architecture, popular arts scene and cultural festivals. It has become a Mecca for artists of all stripes. In the city’s historic, cobblestoned center lies the beautiful church Parroquia de San Miguel Arcángel, whose dramatic pink towers rise above the main plaza, El Jardín.  It looks more like a cathedral than a mere church. It dominates the central square and can be seen from everywhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tina was the most gracious host.  I was flabbergasted to see what a palatial abode I was offered in which to spend the two weeks, and was enamored of the area immediately.  The colors were striking.  Everywhere I looked on my walks around the village, I was bombarded with astounding visions, each more colorful than the last.  For example, here is the view as I walked toward town...

I never got tired of scoping out all the markets in town.  Some went on for blocks and acres and seemed to contain every item known to man.

I especially loved the breathtaking artwork everywhere and the gorgeous flowers in the park through which I walked every day.