We stayed here on a hillside above Morelia many years ago. My camera held film in those days. Negatives are lost, so these are scanned pictures for the blog.
Jim caught me searching for a colorful, Mexican vacation rental home in San Miguel Allende on the Homeaway website. Looking over my shoulder he said, “I thought we were going to France again this coming year. Are we flying to SMA via Paris?” “Shush! I’m only thinking ahead for a future time. We are still on for France!” He rubbed his head and rolled his eyes, but he hung around to hear me out.
Partial view of Morelia down below. We wanted to stay at VILLA MONTANA but it was totally booked. We stayed in the lovely, less expensive place, across the street. Unexpected good surprises do happen while traveling.
Mexico is an old flame. She ignited our love before we were captivated by La Belle France. We touched her tender and rough spots, traveling to Ajijic, Cancun, Valladolid, Chichén-Itzá, Merida, Mexico City, Puebla, Morelia, Patzcuaro, Guadalajara, Guanajuato, San Miguel Allende, Zacatecas, Tlaquepaque, Aguascalientes, Isla Mujeres, Cabo San Lucas, Mazatlan, Puerto Vallarta, Ixtapa and Zihuatanejo. From A to Z, our eyes savored the beauty of Mexico. If the old flame doubts the depth of my feelings, I will tell a story to stifle any suspicions. Sometime during our journeys I had minor surgery with a light anesthesia. The nurses who had never met me before the surgery said I talked about Mexico while I was under! Does that give you goose-bumps? Passion ran deep.
Children playing at a fountain in San Miguel de Allende
Lady with her child waits in the shadows hoping to sell her hand-made dolls. Of course, I bought one!
Jim was still leaning and peering at the computer screen. I whetted his appetite for Mexico, pointing to the features of the rental house on the screen. “Look at the red bougainvillea climbing the stone walls and the massive columns dripping with orange flowering vines at the secluded terrace with a gurgling fountain centered with two playful statues frozen in frolicking nakedness. Imagine yourself in a hammock or lounging on the soft recliners.” Jim’s eyes almost closed as he thought about a siesta.
Flowers in the courtyard of a B&B in San Miguel de Allende
I lured him on inside the house and pointed to the boveda ceilings, thirty-foot in height! I mentioned the warmth of the coral paint on the walls brightened by the huge crystal chandelier and a crackling fireplace. Moving on to the dining room with gorgeous paintings on the aqua-painted walls, we imagined Mexican food served by the cook. Yes, of course, it has a cook! Another chandelier hung from thirty feet above, and candelabras decorated the table.
We stayed at Mansion del Bosque, a B&B in SMA. It was a simple place but lush with plants and flowers on the terraces.
I dragged Jim on to the vacation home kitchen promising him that he would thank me. His eyes popped when he saw the blue and white tiled, huge kitchen with a dozen copper pots hung above the professional range. It was just too atmospheric and beautiful for words. From there on it was easy. He was hooked. Upstairs on the roof terrace, a built-in grill curved his mouth into a big smile; the rosy glow of the sunset and the twinkling lights of the city were icing on the torta.
We stayed at the QUINTA REAL for a couple of days and then moved to this beautiful inn for our last night. Be sure to click on THIS PICTURE to see the Quinta Real that is a hotel built surrounding a bullring that was used for a concert when we visited.
Scenes like this stole my heart. Such lovely people!
I am quite sure this was in Puebla, but my pictures were a bit mixed at this point.
I suggested with a flutter of my eyes that he could see the bedroom next. Antique mirrors brightened one wall in the bedroom fit for a royal sovereign, and the glow of the chandelier enhanced the pure white, cloud-like king-size bed. The headboard had two wood-carved, white angels, with gold twinkling on their outspread wings. Jim startled me when he said: “I am not sleeping there! Whoa! Oh, no! Not me!” I admitted that I was not sure about the bedroom either and asked why he was so adamant about his feelings.
Mural in Aguascalientes
He spouted out this mouthful in a chili-pepper-minute! “If I curled up in that bed and slept under those angels and had a heart attack, the Mexican 911 guys would rush into the bedroom and see me at the foot of the angels with my pretty, sad wife by my side weeping.” Taking a breath he rushed on saying the EMT crew’s dark eyes would open widely at the golden glow on the angel’s wings. Jim said one of the men would say to the other, “Carlos, we done come too late for this poor, old fellow. Pitiful as he is, it’s a dog-gone, crying shame that he’s up and left behind that mighty pretty wife.” Jim claimed that, “Juan Carlos, a handsome Antonio Banderas look-a-like, would sidle up with his condolences, like a buzzard on road-kill!” Lastly, he said that I, his loving wife, would run away to France with Juan Carlos!
My face was twisted and contorted, a face beyond a Botox fix, when I asked Jim: “I have two questions. First, did you have tequila shot for your viewing pleasure of Homeaway? Second, why on earth wouldn’t the Mexican EMT crew speak Spanish, or at least English with a Spanish accent?”
With irritation he replied, “Ms. D.A., I refuse to answer the first question. Your second interrogatory question is easy, I ran the Spanish through Google Translation to convert to South Alabama so as you would understand and get my drift. Now, I have a question for you, Missy D.A. As I recall, you also said you were not sure about sleeping in that bed either. Now, proceed to explain yourself.”
I would choose this headboard, but not my old hairstyle. In all fairness, I was “on the road” in a VW with no air conditioning.
That’s simple. I don’t feel worthy of a bed with the angels. Since I have a husband with an angelic disposition, I don’t need a fancy bed like that. Furthermore, I would not run away with a stranger even if he was an Antonio Banderas look-a-like! Jim grinned and gave no further rebuttal. My eyes lingered on the luxurious Mexican rental house.
Click on “Colorful as Mexico” to see the France – storytelling and pictures page.
Jim drove this VW from Guadalajara to Zacatecas and back, with Morelia, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato and more along the route. He deserves a golden headboard in my opinion!
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Come to Opp, Alabama for the best, authentic Mexican food. You will not be disappointed! I am not kidding. Jim recommends with 5 stars!
Rancho Grande Grill on Main Street in downtown Opp, Alabama