Today we let go of our colorful life in San Miguel. We packed up our bags for the flight, stripped our beds and washed the dishes and waited for the shuttle van to drive us to Leon for our flight early the next morning.
A month ago as I first drove from Leon to San Miguel I was surprised by how the grass was all brown and the only trees were scrub trees with tiny green leaves or dry pale brown leaves and a variety of cacti, some appearing to be trees. Apparently it rains in June and July and the grass leaps up and everything turns green, but then the rain stops and for the next ten months the arid landscape becomes a desert. Just as our northern trees drop their leaves and become dormant for the winter months, so does this desert become dormant for months, appearing lifeless, until the next rains arrive.
Now we are in a large modern Hampton Inn in Leon passing the time, dormant ourselves, between the sensual intensity of San Miguel de Allende and the warmth of our own homes in Western North Carolina where it is apparently raining hard.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 