In 11 days, I will be returning to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. People wonder why I am visiting Mexico in July when the heat can become oppressive.
I usually visit the place in March; however, this year, I was too busy. In the past, I’ve gone for a week. I will be going for three weeks this time, making up for my long absence from a place I cherish. The hot weather will not bother me.
I am now visualizing San Miguel, an art colony with cobblestone streets. This is my first journey there since I self-published The Monarchs, a novel about a retired couple who seek refuge in San Miguel every year. The husband has cancer and SM provides him with some therapy to an otherwise difficult life. I will be taking along some of my books, one of which I will donate to the library which has one of the largest collections of Spanish and English books in the Americas.
I will give the remainder of the books as gifts to locals there: people I have come to know due to my numerous visits.
The front cover of the novel was designed by my niece who has more of an artistic eye than I do. I asked her to draw a picture of the town’s parish church, La Parroquia. The married couple are standing in front of it, blissfully happy, trying to ignore those obstacles in one’s life. Soon, I will be standing where my characters are standing.
The expression, truth is stranger than fiction, applies here.
San Miguel, I cannot wait.