In my novel, The Monarchs, a husband and wife are enthralled with the beauty of Mexico. In the following excerpt from the novel, they are coming into San Miguel de Allende for the first time:
If they hadn’t been so familiar with the Mexican lifestyle and customs, they would have convinced themselves they were immersed in the making of a movie. On cue, a mariachi band struck up a chaotic dance song, their bows attacking the strings of their violins. The band was nowhere to be seen but the music seemed to follow the bus like a guardian for a very long time.
A man with a big droopy cowboy hat and faded cowboy boots sauntered by, immune to the activity around him. Sharon admired the guayabera, the shirt he was wearing. The last time they had visited Acapulco, Sharon had bought the crisp, pleated shirt for Robert. Made famous in Cuba, it was a symbol of the well-to-do. Obviously, its popularity had reached Mexico and Robert never failed to proclaim his admiration for the style.
A husband and wife sat across from a battered table which held an array of cloth dolls, obviously made by the woman who was in the process of constructing another almost with complete abandon as she traded pleasantries with her husband. The dolls reclined in an absurd chorus line, their beautiful dresses dark purple, red, and turquoise.
Nearby, the couple’s miniature child played with a cardboard box twice his size. He would look up at his parents and gurgle loudly to get their attention.
“This is too exotic,” Robert said…
I had hoped to travel to San Miguel this March; however, work has been too busy. I will definitely go there in the summer.