I think we have to be having a taste of winter weather now that it's mid-October. The local temperature is 60F right now (10:45 am) and it got down to 42F overnight in town - 35F out in the campo. (It did warm up into the mid-70s yesterday and should again today.)
It's times like these that makes one pine for central heating! But, alas, most Mexican houses - including ours - has neither heating nor cooling. One usually doesn't need it: the construction of the homes retains the heat of the day to warm the house in the evening, and the coolness of the night is carried over to cool the house in the daytime. Most of the time we also enjoy a pleasant, mild climate here in SMA, but last night's temperature is causing us to dig out the heater for the bedroom.
Luckily, we have just found (duh!) that our duvet cover has ties sewn into the seams so that we are able to tie the corners of the duvet into place and prevent it from shifting. This made last night much more comfortable for both of us (I prefer to sleep with the terrace door open a bit for fresh air, but even the dogs moved from the bedroom into the office last night). Neither of us was too cold or too hot from the duvet migrating within the cover from one side of the bed to the other!
Our bedroom and the third-floor studio do have gas connections for heaters, but we may just go with the oil-filled electric radiator that we brought from Los Angeles, where we used it in the guest room when it was serving as a puppy nursery. A local store has them in stock if we need one more for the guest room/studio. Of course, we've placed furniture in both rooms without much regard for where gas heaters may need to be connected to the gas supply....
Late last January/early February SMA was unusually wet and cold. We're hoping that it doesn't repeat itself this coming year or we may need to upgrade to the gas versions!
We still love it here. At least it didn't get anywhere near the 119F of the San Fernando Valley last August nor is it snowing as it was when I arrived in Germany one October.
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Saturday, October 16, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Hecho en Mexico
Enough about the weather. Well, okay, since you asked: it's been on-and-off for the past couple of days. A bit of rain in the afternoon and again in the evening, but not every afternoon nor every evening. Sometimes it pours down. Last night. for instance, there was only a very light sprinkle and then the clouds cleared. Clearly a sign that we were meant to go out to dinner.
So we did and tried a new restaurant for us: Hecho en Mexico. Out on the Ancho on the south side of town very near the Instituto Allende. Great tasting food, good service, wide selection; we'll be back! Ran into a couple that we met at a pizza-tasting party at our friends' house a few weeks ago. Said hello and we chatted quite a while. It's their 'go-to' restaurant for consistently good food.
It's also good to run into people that we sort of know, ya know? They encouraged us to join 'the group' on Wednesday mornings at 11 at Mega for coffee and chat. You'll know some of the folks and meet the rest! And it's half-off day at Mega! We think that probably applies only to produce and eggs, but I guess we'll find out next week - though we won't need to buy much since we're leaving for Santa Fe on Thursday. It'll still be good to see some of the same folks we've already met. Neither of us have been great joiners in our former lives, but there's something to be said for belonging - however loosely - to a social group.
Unlike the family seated near us where dad and chicky-babe wife were telling their 24-year-old son (not sure the wife was much more than that) why he should be straight instead of gay. Said: "I'm here for you, son, if you need a kidney or a PhD. " Implied: 'As long as you follow my wishes, not your natural inclination. Why be true to yourself, when you can fake it? Michael had to shush me a couple of times as my editorial comments grew louder. We were both glad our own parents had never had a talk like that with us. Our lives may not have been perfect, but gosh, they were our lives.
The couple (not the threesome) were amazed that we had walked from Col. San Raphael to Col. San Antonio to try the restaurant, but we needed to stretch our legs after being housebound all day. Why were we housebound, you ask? Why else - movers!
It seems that we have been getting the SOB 'tell them what we think they want to hear' instead of our 'tell us when something will arrive and stick to it - whether we like it or not'. After sitting around the house (on one of the few chairs) all day waiting for a delivery or a call or email, we finally wrung out of the movers that the owner had gone to San Luis Petosi to shepherd the truck back to SMA, claiming that it was overweight and they had to proceed very slowly to save the tires. We drove from SLP to SMA in less than half a day. We actually drove from Zacateros through SLP to SMA in about 6 hours. They'll take longer. So, soon, but not soon enough.
How true this all is, is up for grabs. At least the load hasn't reached San Miguel yet (we'd been told it was here Tuesday) and we're not really sure when it will. At least it's within striking distance. We were both bummed out about this. We've been rescheduling veterinary appointments, bank runs, house cleaning, visits to INM for visas, et cetera every time they've told us the delivery was imminent for the last two weeks. All for nothing. Piffle!!!
So a visit to a new restaurant and Tequila was a necessity last night. And the walk from home was theraputic, too. Not too hilly once we got down off of our hill and it was evening so the temps weren't a problem. I'm going to come out of this cobblestone experience with either stronger ankles or broken ankles - one or the other. After last night, I think stronger ankles are winning. We did opt for a cab for the return trip. Going uphill on bad cobblestones at night isn't the best idea. And blew up the air mattresses again. This time we'll leave them up until the truck pulls up to our door.
So today we're going to go to to INM with our facilitator if the visas are ready, walk downtown to check on the mail, sign-up at the gym whose special ends tomorrow, and anything else that needs to be done. We had even canceled having dinner with friends at a fund-raising dinner last night benefitting Hospice because we thought we needed to be home for a possible delivery in the evening. Wrong. Back to normalcy (if there's such a thing?).
So we did and tried a new restaurant for us: Hecho en Mexico. Out on the Ancho on the south side of town very near the Instituto Allende. Great tasting food, good service, wide selection; we'll be back! Ran into a couple that we met at a pizza-tasting party at our friends' house a few weeks ago. Said hello and we chatted quite a while. It's their 'go-to' restaurant for consistently good food.
It's also good to run into people that we sort of know, ya know? They encouraged us to join 'the group' on Wednesday mornings at 11 at Mega for coffee and chat. You'll know some of the folks and meet the rest! And it's half-off day at Mega! We think that probably applies only to produce and eggs, but I guess we'll find out next week - though we won't need to buy much since we're leaving for Santa Fe on Thursday. It'll still be good to see some of the same folks we've already met. Neither of us have been great joiners in our former lives, but there's something to be said for belonging - however loosely - to a social group.
Unlike the family seated near us where dad and chicky-babe wife were telling their 24-year-old son (not sure the wife was much more than that) why he should be straight instead of gay. Said: "I'm here for you, son, if you need a kidney or a PhD. " Implied: 'As long as you follow my wishes, not your natural inclination. Why be true to yourself, when you can fake it? Michael had to shush me a couple of times as my editorial comments grew louder. We were both glad our own parents had never had a talk like that with us. Our lives may not have been perfect, but gosh, they were our lives.
The couple (not the threesome) were amazed that we had walked from Col. San Raphael to Col. San Antonio to try the restaurant, but we needed to stretch our legs after being housebound all day. Why were we housebound, you ask? Why else - movers!
It seems that we have been getting the SOB 'tell them what we think they want to hear' instead of our 'tell us when something will arrive and stick to it - whether we like it or not'. After sitting around the house (on one of the few chairs) all day waiting for a delivery or a call or email, we finally wrung out of the movers that the owner had gone to San Luis Petosi to shepherd the truck back to SMA, claiming that it was overweight and they had to proceed very slowly to save the tires. We drove from SLP to SMA in less than half a day. We actually drove from Zacateros through SLP to SMA in about 6 hours. They'll take longer. So, soon, but not soon enough.
How true this all is, is up for grabs. At least the load hasn't reached San Miguel yet (we'd been told it was here Tuesday) and we're not really sure when it will. At least it's within striking distance. We were both bummed out about this. We've been rescheduling veterinary appointments, bank runs, house cleaning, visits to INM for visas, et cetera every time they've told us the delivery was imminent for the last two weeks. All for nothing. Piffle!!!
So a visit to a new restaurant and Tequila was a necessity last night. And the walk from home was theraputic, too. Not too hilly once we got down off of our hill and it was evening so the temps weren't a problem. I'm going to come out of this cobblestone experience with either stronger ankles or broken ankles - one or the other. After last night, I think stronger ankles are winning. We did opt for a cab for the return trip. Going uphill on bad cobblestones at night isn't the best idea. And blew up the air mattresses again. This time we'll leave them up until the truck pulls up to our door.
So today we're going to go to to INM with our facilitator if the visas are ready, walk downtown to check on the mail, sign-up at the gym whose special ends tomorrow, and anything else that needs to be done. We had even canceled having dinner with friends at a fund-raising dinner last night benefitting Hospice because we thought we needed to be home for a possible delivery in the evening. Wrong. Back to normalcy (if there's such a thing?).
Sunday, August 8, 2010
What Weather?
Okay, okay - enough about the trials and tribulations of moving to Mexico. On to an always popular subject: the weather.
We thought we knew weather. After all, Michael and I both grew up in the mid-West where there's lots of weather. Natural disasters are floods and tornados, not earthquakes. (We let our earthquake insurance lapse about the time we moved SOB. How good it felt to write that letter to the insurance company. Not that Mexico doesn't have earthquakes, but they're centered along the southwestern coast where tectonic plates collide.) And snow - Michael especially. I knew I'd never get Michael out of L.A. unless we headed to someplace equally sunny!
But here we are in the highlands of central Mexico between the Oriental Sierra Madres and the Occidental Sierra Madres at an elevation of about 6500 feet and we have weather. As we listened to the rain falling early this morning, Michael remarked: I'd forgotten what weather was like.
Conversation about L.A. weather was usually how hot it had been, whether the forecast had been reached or exceeded, how hot would tomorrow likely be. Here in SMA it's nearly always pleasant and rains briefly most days. At least it used to do so.
A British friend always got a chuckle when the local L.A. television stations launched their Storm Track segments every time rain was predicted - even if we only received a smattering of moisture.
A friend who has lived in SMA for nearly 10 years recently commented: Is it too much to ask that rainy season structure itself the way it used to be, so that there would be hours of sun each morning and early afternoon before the sudden, fierce thunderstorms, and then it would clear up again? Or why can't all rain fall between midnight and 6 AM? Is that too much to ask, huh, huh? [Read the whole blog & more at her website: FallingInLoveWithSanMiguel.com]
It seems like she's getting her wish granted - almost. Lately there haven't been daily storms, but a few overnighters have made up for it. We're at 33cm of rain for the month of August with 13cm having fallen since Friday. Friday the heavens opened right at 7 PM when a gallery we know was to open a new show. Not sure what they did as a result (we took one look at the sky about the time we needed to leave, decided to skip the opening, and changed our clothes). The gallery was probably more crowded than usual with patrons avoiding the patio.
Okay; for those of you who have been following the trials and tribulations of moving to Mexico, we finally got a response from our mover. Their truck had developed problems near Saltillo in an area with no cell phone coverage. Things should be fixed after the weekend. We now have an expected delivery date of Tuesday or Wednesday - nothing more definite than that.
I had whined about the extra cost we incurred boarding the dogs for several days of supposed deliveries, inconvenience to our housekeeper and man-of-all-trades, and a few other issues in our last email to the mover. I hate to do that, but the mover has offered to cover our extra costs. The problems are all things beyond his control so we'll not accept his offer, but it felt good to get it off my chest. I can only manage so much Mr. Nice Guy without getting what passed for humor in our family.
And in the meantime we'll be able to run those errands that were piling up, like picking up a couple of pierced tin light sconces, some items at the hardware store, some new closet door pulls from the shop on Reloj - oh, and groceries. We're out of practically everything. I think we could manage a cheese omelette with a dusting of minced cilantro, but that's about the extent of our larder this morning.
Well, it continues to rain, so it's time to cover up the computer/modem and it's back to mopping up a bit of rain water.
We thought we knew weather. After all, Michael and I both grew up in the mid-West where there's lots of weather. Natural disasters are floods and tornados, not earthquakes. (We let our earthquake insurance lapse about the time we moved SOB. How good it felt to write that letter to the insurance company. Not that Mexico doesn't have earthquakes, but they're centered along the southwestern coast where tectonic plates collide.) And snow - Michael especially. I knew I'd never get Michael out of L.A. unless we headed to someplace equally sunny!
But here we are in the highlands of central Mexico between the Oriental Sierra Madres and the Occidental Sierra Madres at an elevation of about 6500 feet and we have weather. As we listened to the rain falling early this morning, Michael remarked: I'd forgotten what weather was like.
Conversation about L.A. weather was usually how hot it had been, whether the forecast had been reached or exceeded, how hot would tomorrow likely be. Here in SMA it's nearly always pleasant and rains briefly most days. At least it used to do so.
A British friend always got a chuckle when the local L.A. television stations launched their Storm Track segments every time rain was predicted - even if we only received a smattering of moisture.
A friend who has lived in SMA for nearly 10 years recently commented: Is it too much to ask that rainy season structure itself the way it used to be, so that there would be hours of sun each morning and early afternoon before the sudden, fierce thunderstorms, and then it would clear up again? Or why can't all rain fall between midnight and 6 AM? Is that too much to ask, huh, huh? [Read the whole blog & more at her website: FallingInLoveWithSanMiguel.com]
It seems like she's getting her wish granted - almost. Lately there haven't been daily storms, but a few overnighters have made up for it. We're at 33cm of rain for the month of August with 13cm having fallen since Friday. Friday the heavens opened right at 7 PM when a gallery we know was to open a new show. Not sure what they did as a result (we took one look at the sky about the time we needed to leave, decided to skip the opening, and changed our clothes). The gallery was probably more crowded than usual with patrons avoiding the patio.
Okay; for those of you who have been following the trials and tribulations of moving to Mexico, we finally got a response from our mover. Their truck had developed problems near Saltillo in an area with no cell phone coverage. Things should be fixed after the weekend. We now have an expected delivery date of Tuesday or Wednesday - nothing more definite than that.
I had whined about the extra cost we incurred boarding the dogs for several days of supposed deliveries, inconvenience to our housekeeper and man-of-all-trades, and a few other issues in our last email to the mover. I hate to do that, but the mover has offered to cover our extra costs. The problems are all things beyond his control so we'll not accept his offer, but it felt good to get it off my chest. I can only manage so much Mr. Nice Guy without getting what passed for humor in our family.
And in the meantime we'll be able to run those errands that were piling up, like picking up a couple of pierced tin light sconces, some items at the hardware store, some new closet door pulls from the shop on Reloj - oh, and groceries. We're out of practically everything. I think we could manage a cheese omelette with a dusting of minced cilantro, but that's about the extent of our larder this morning.
Well, it continues to rain, so it's time to cover up the computer/modem and it's back to mopping up a bit of rain water.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
A Good Day in San Miguel
This has been a good day! First, the weather has cooperated: sunny and warm all day. Although there have been some clouds hanging around, they have just provided variety and have been very scenic. No piddly little clouds here in San Miguel, but big, robust ones.
Second, I was able to retrieve my credit card from the bookstore at Biblioteca. Biblioteca is the English/Spanish library in town supported by its members and various fundraising events, not the government. In addition to books, it sponsors many educational programs for Mexican youths and scholarships for worthy kids. The House & Garden tour we took on our first full week vacation in May was such an event as was the realtors’ trolley tour of several homes a week ago Wednesday. We’re not members yet, but will be soon. And their café serves Margaritas – good ones!
Yesterday when I noticed the card missing I figured the Tienda was the only place I used it (to buy a traditional Mexican cookbook). A call to the Biblioteca was fruitless (it was late in the day), but an email to the manager of La Tienda (the bookstore) was promptly answered even tho’ she was on holiday. This provided the first opportunity for Michael to drive the van through El Centro and he did just fine. It helps if you have some idea of where you’re going and which are the one-way streets – which we did.
Third, Miyake came through her surgery just fine. She’s downstairs in a crate in the living room with a couple of ice cubes for water, whimpering a bit occasionally, but the vet said she’d be just fine. She got a pain shot that should last about 72 hours – which is better than the meds given at our L.A. vet’s office. She'll get half rations when we return from dinner.
Fourth – I nearly forgot – we heard from our moving company that they are just waiting to be released by customs and then they’ll be on the road to San Miguel. Within the week should do it. Guess the customs brokers who must verify each load and set the duty are just overwhelmed with the backlog! So we can start our household helper’s duties on Saturday if she’s available. Maid/ housekeeper/ helper/ Margarita; I think we’ll just call her by name.
Remember the novels set in an earlier England where the upstairs maid was always ‘Rose’ regardless of what her name really was? The house was professionally cleaned before we arrived, but we’ve had two weeks to get it messy – even without much in the house.
Fifth, once Miyake is settled in, we’ll probably head downtown for dinner at La Posadita, our fave restaurant. It’s on a rooftop across the street from La Parroquia and on Thursday nights they have this great French singer, Myrna. A perfect evening in San Miguel.
Second, I was able to retrieve my credit card from the bookstore at Biblioteca. Biblioteca is the English/Spanish library in town supported by its members and various fundraising events, not the government. In addition to books, it sponsors many educational programs for Mexican youths and scholarships for worthy kids. The House & Garden tour we took on our first full week vacation in May was such an event as was the realtors’ trolley tour of several homes a week ago Wednesday. We’re not members yet, but will be soon. And their café serves Margaritas – good ones!
Yesterday when I noticed the card missing I figured the Tienda was the only place I used it (to buy a traditional Mexican cookbook). A call to the Biblioteca was fruitless (it was late in the day), but an email to the manager of La Tienda (the bookstore) was promptly answered even tho’ she was on holiday. This provided the first opportunity for Michael to drive the van through El Centro and he did just fine. It helps if you have some idea of where you’re going and which are the one-way streets – which we did.
Third, Miyake came through her surgery just fine. She’s downstairs in a crate in the living room with a couple of ice cubes for water, whimpering a bit occasionally, but the vet said she’d be just fine. She got a pain shot that should last about 72 hours – which is better than the meds given at our L.A. vet’s office. She'll get half rations when we return from dinner.
Fourth – I nearly forgot – we heard from our moving company that they are just waiting to be released by customs and then they’ll be on the road to San Miguel. Within the week should do it. Guess the customs brokers who must verify each load and set the duty are just overwhelmed with the backlog! So we can start our household helper’s duties on Saturday if she’s available. Maid/ housekeeper/ helper/ Margarita; I think we’ll just call her by name.
Remember the novels set in an earlier England where the upstairs maid was always ‘Rose’ regardless of what her name really was? The house was professionally cleaned before we arrived, but we’ve had two weeks to get it messy – even without much in the house.
Fifth, once Miyake is settled in, we’ll probably head downtown for dinner at La Posadita, our fave restaurant. It’s on a rooftop across the street from La Parroquia and on Thursday nights they have this great French singer, Myrna. A perfect evening in San Miguel.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Blue Skies!
Before everyone starts to believe that SMA is a rain-soaked town, I should report that Tuesday was wonderfully sunny. Although it began with gray skies, the clouds cleared, the sun came out, the world dried out, and we were able to get out of the house without drowning to run errands, do grocery shopping, and try a new restaurant for lunch.
Rather than spend the money on taxis (they’re inexpensive but using them all the time does mount up) we decided to drive. Consequently we took care of errands on the periphery of SMA. We’re only a few blocks away from the new glorieta near Bodega Aurrora on which work progresses, so connected there with the libramiento that skirts the town, goes up the hill, and connects with the glorieta at La Luciernega Mall, the city administration buildings, and the vast Tuesday Marketplace (another story).
The mall is home to the Soriano grocery store (remember Cabo’s?), Office Depot (one of our favorite stores), the Liverpool department store, a branch of our bank, our vet’s office, and several other shops and the MM Cinemas. There’s even a McDonald’s, but I’ve not tried them out - yet.
Did our shopping, visited the vet’s office, tried Chicago Style – the new restaurant in town – and trundled back home. Chicago Style was very good. With Michael having lived near (everything is relative, eh?) Chicago at one time, he has a fondness for Chicago-style pizza. They do have it right. We ordered slices of pizza, but were treated to cauliflower hors d’ouvres with a creamy Italian dipping sauce as well as slices from their Italian Beef sandwich (which I’ll order the next time). This is opening week for the restaurant and they’re soliciting comments on their various dishes with tastes all around and visits from the chef. All very reasonably priced, too. The menu isn’t extensive so they have time to focus on each dish they offer, a wise idea. They get two thumbs up.
While we’re getting more confident about driving around town (driving the cuotas was a snap), we still drive ‘around’ town, not 'through' town. The thought of taking the van through the little streets in Centro is more than daunting – suicidal seems a better description. Yes, the city busses travel those routes, but even they don’t travel every street, only the larger ones. Downtown it's simpler to walk.
Today – if the weather holds – we should be walking downtown with stops at our mail pick-up place, the TelCel store where we purchased our Mexican cell phones (we keep getting a recorded message whenever we place a call and have no idea what it’s telling us!), and the bookstore at La Biblioteca.
We finally broke down and sent our dirty clothes out to the laundry. All the wet weather had dissuaded us from doing the laundry ourselves. Last week we washed clothes in the kitchen sink and hung them out to dry on the roof top. It will be simpler to send them out. They were picked up yesterday and will be delivered today: washed, dried, and folded. We’ve been living with only the clothes we brought with us for the trip to SMA, adding a pair of khakis and a ‘nice’ shirt for each of us that we needed for the dinner to which we were invited the first week we were here.
I know it must seem that we’re unhealthily focused on the whereabouts of our household, but it’s hard to maintain a ‘What? Me worry?’ attitude for weeks as the weather results of Hurricane Alex hold our goods hostage. Our choice for seating is the inflatable mattress on the floor or the two office chairs we purchased on an earlier visit from Office Depot – oh, and the occasional straight-backed chair (read ‘uncomfortable’) that’s at the dining room table.
A Listero posted a link to the webcams for the bridges crossing the border at Laredo and they seem to be open again. Hope the roads south are soon repaired. I hear there’s a detour for one of the main roads. It’s not like L.A. around here: there’s one road from Point A to Point B and any back-up routes take you way outta your way.
Here's hoping we get our belongings in time to unpack and set them up before we leave for the Santa Fe Opera in August.
Rather than spend the money on taxis (they’re inexpensive but using them all the time does mount up) we decided to drive. Consequently we took care of errands on the periphery of SMA. We’re only a few blocks away from the new glorieta near Bodega Aurrora on which work progresses, so connected there with the libramiento that skirts the town, goes up the hill, and connects with the glorieta at La Luciernega Mall, the city administration buildings, and the vast Tuesday Marketplace (another story).
The mall is home to the Soriano grocery store (remember Cabo’s?), Office Depot (one of our favorite stores), the Liverpool department store, a branch of our bank, our vet’s office, and several other shops and the MM Cinemas. There’s even a McDonald’s, but I’ve not tried them out - yet.
Did our shopping, visited the vet’s office, tried Chicago Style – the new restaurant in town – and trundled back home. Chicago Style was very good. With Michael having lived near (everything is relative, eh?) Chicago at one time, he has a fondness for Chicago-style pizza. They do have it right. We ordered slices of pizza, but were treated to cauliflower hors d’ouvres with a creamy Italian dipping sauce as well as slices from their Italian Beef sandwich (which I’ll order the next time). This is opening week for the restaurant and they’re soliciting comments on their various dishes with tastes all around and visits from the chef. All very reasonably priced, too. The menu isn’t extensive so they have time to focus on each dish they offer, a wise idea. They get two thumbs up.
While we’re getting more confident about driving around town (driving the cuotas was a snap), we still drive ‘around’ town, not 'through' town. The thought of taking the van through the little streets in Centro is more than daunting – suicidal seems a better description. Yes, the city busses travel those routes, but even they don’t travel every street, only the larger ones. Downtown it's simpler to walk.
Today – if the weather holds – we should be walking downtown with stops at our mail pick-up place, the TelCel store where we purchased our Mexican cell phones (we keep getting a recorded message whenever we place a call and have no idea what it’s telling us!), and the bookstore at La Biblioteca.
We finally broke down and sent our dirty clothes out to the laundry. All the wet weather had dissuaded us from doing the laundry ourselves. Last week we washed clothes in the kitchen sink and hung them out to dry on the roof top. It will be simpler to send them out. They were picked up yesterday and will be delivered today: washed, dried, and folded. We’ve been living with only the clothes we brought with us for the trip to SMA, adding a pair of khakis and a ‘nice’ shirt for each of us that we needed for the dinner to which we were invited the first week we were here.
I know it must seem that we’re unhealthily focused on the whereabouts of our household, but it’s hard to maintain a ‘What? Me worry?’ attitude for weeks as the weather results of Hurricane Alex hold our goods hostage. Our choice for seating is the inflatable mattress on the floor or the two office chairs we purchased on an earlier visit from Office Depot – oh, and the occasional straight-backed chair (read ‘uncomfortable’) that’s at the dining room table.
A Listero posted a link to the webcams for the bridges crossing the border at Laredo and they seem to be open again. Hope the roads south are soon repaired. I hear there’s a detour for one of the main roads. It’s not like L.A. around here: there’s one road from Point A to Point B and any back-up routes take you way outta your way.
Here's hoping we get our belongings in time to unpack and set them up before we leave for the Santa Fe Opera in August.
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