Days and Nights in San Miguel

Went out last night, heading to the collage opening. Before we could reach Gypsy Café, we were headed off by a different, louder art opening at the Institute. But this opening won us with free beer and wine and great acid world music.

The exhibit was great with books that had been fused with glass, wabi-sabi paper that had been burned and beautiful opal rings. Most of our friends were there, so we stayed and drank and danced.

Heading up to the terrace outside L'invito with our friend for a smoke, we were treated to a perfect view fireworks set off in El Jardin.

Somehow it is easy here to go out near midnight and stay out until 4 or 5, something I rarely consider doing in San Francisco, even though in that time we end up going predictably Limerick, Chocolate, and Cucaracha. What happens is we go to those places and then get carried along by people we know, even if not well. San Francisco, while very friendly, is still large enough that strangers far outnumber friends. San Miguel is as if we took the kind of people we love from San Francisco to a small beautiful town with a fraction the number of strangers, and then kept the activity and creativity level high.

Saturday was a day of chicken wings and NFL playoffs at home. Instant Messaging with Eric and Darcey and Nick (large font emoticon) during the Eagles final game.

Yesterday, we ordered ground meat from the carniceria 100 feet from our house. The patrona took a piece of meat and ground it using a grinder that I have not seen outside of the Another Brick In The Wall video. Then she gave me exactly the vegetables I would need to make Caldo de Res following the recipe she would use herself. She put all the vegetables I would need in a bag that came to 12 pesos.

Sunday drove out to the country for a longer dog walk and gave two ladies a lift into town.