The last two things (ha! the last two of the twenty randomly chosen from the hundreds) that I’ll miss about San Miguel, and life in Mexico in general, will have to be posted from the United States. Everything is packed and in five hours the shuttle will come and take us on the first leg of the trip toward California. Joy has already been there for a week (health insurance weirdness requires that she work onsite in July to have coverage in August) and we’ll be exceedingly happy to be back with her, with the kitties, in our home, in our town, with friends, and at church. But I’ve already warned the munchkin I’ll be crying as we drive away.
For these last several hours, we’re off to the playground at Parque Juarez.