We headed out of town yesterday, first to Mexico City, which is where we are right now, to take care of details regarding our apartment, and then Wednesday to Puebla for two nights in an elegant Colonial hotel.
I’ve never been in Puebla even though it is not far from the nation’s capital. When I moved over the Rio Bravo 13 years ago, I never considered Puebla as a place to settle, but I anticipate liking it very much from what I have read.
Putting aside the fact that I would not have met my child bride, I now believe — even before seeing it — that Puebla would have been my best choice of towns.
In 1999, before leaving Houston, the owner of a gallery where I sold my art furniture told me he had lived a few months in Puebla and that the light there was incredible. I guess I shrugged that information off.
I like light.
No matter. Where I eventually landed possesses its own charms.
Since I don’t travel wired (no smartphone, no tablet, no laptop), any comments left here will go unanswered until we return. I will check my gmail in internet cafés, however, for anyone who knows my gmail address.
Ta-ta. Be back in a jiffy, more or less.
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(Note: This item was written last Saturday and postdated like a bogus check. At that time, the volcano Popocatépetl was acting up dramatically. The mountain is significantly closer to Puebla than to Mexico City. If you never hear from me again, know that I’ve enjoyed our time together.
(And that I was Promoted to Glory in a blaze of ash and lava.)