By Lola

Well, if you don’t, half of humanity does. Or at least that’s what it seemed like yesterday. Wow. It was packed. And traffic sucked. I talked to some locals who conceded there was more of a crowd due to the Christmas holidays, but that San Miguel was no longer little and certainly not sleepy. And they’re upgrading the road from Querétaro to San Miguel to a four-lane road, so it’s bound to get worse. Interesting side-note: The road heading out to Querétaro from San Miguel is still called Camino Real a Querétaro, which means the Royal Road to Queretaro. Cool, huh.

However, nevertheless and notwithstanding, I can attest to the fact that San Miguel de Allende is as charming as ever. I would live here in a heartbeat, so I don’t blame all the ones who have jumped the border and landed here. The history, the food, the music, the artesanías, the books, the sights, the smells… Yep, this is still San Miguel. No amount of traffic, gringos in walking shorts and gringas in flowing Mexican robes with TENNIS SHOES can make me stop loving it. Hey, at least they’re all smiling.

Here are some random shots with a cheap camera on a cloudy day. It’s really hard to make this place look bad.