"So. What's up with Steve?
"He tells us he is going to tour two towns and all we hear about is Guanajuato, Guanajuato, Guanajuato.
"What happened to San Miguel de Allende?"
OK. No one has asked. But I keep thinking someone is going to ask if I ever made it to The Promised Land. And, if I did, what I thought of it.
Yup. I made it to San Miguel de Allende.
And I have no opinion about the place.
That requires a better explanation. My entire exposure to San Miguel de Allende was a single afternoon and a night in a hotel room.
It would be like writing a review after visiting a restaurant to merely use the rest room. And we have had enough of that on this trip.
And, of course, a brief visit to the infamous jardin that serves as the main set for Richard Lander's late (and lamented) Gangs of San Miguel de Allende. It must have been central casting day when I was there. (But I will leave that shtick to Richard.)
I can draw no conclusions from that. I felt no magic. Nor did I feel the desire to run away. I simply felt nothing.
On the other hand, I did not have the opportunity to see the San Miguel de Allende of Babs and Billie.
I still need to do that. Because I obviously missed getting even a taste of why San Miguel de Allende is supposed to be The Place For Steve.
As Calypso would say: STAY TUNED.
