Magic is the energy I feel each day when I awake in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. Suspended in time is what I feel when I walk through San Miguel de Allende’s cobblestone streets. The days seem to end before they even began.
You have filled my senses to the brim during your sunlit days. The sound of church bells fills my ears mixed with the crackle of thunder and fireworks being shot through your cannons. The smell of your chilies mingled with lavender and mint from your gardens stirs me.
I am seduced with the beauty of your doorways. Each doorway the hues of paprika, mustard, and naranja, burning into my mind filling it with ideas for paintings, making me want to create art from you and for you. I run my fingers along your textured walls. I touch my cheek to your cool stones. I cannot help it.
Your Spanish words fill my ears, and leave my tongue and sound beautiful and foreign and exotic. I taste your chiles en nogada, your sweet, warm cajeta churros, your spice, the earth in your moles, and I remember what it is like to be a child. A child when everything is new again and unexplored. San Miguel de Allende, you have made me curious again, and all I want to do is skip through your streets and share your beauty with the world.
Fallen flowers guiding my way
Beautiful street art in the artist neighborhood of Guadalupe
Beautiful Door Handle
Fiesta Flags called Papel Picado
Parroquia Church in San Miguel de Allende
Woman carrying her laundry
Colorful San Miguel de Allende doorway
Following the Music
Wooden Doorway of Dreams
An Afternoon Cajeta Churro Break At San Agustin
Fountain of reflection
Archangel Michael Celebration