Today is the last day of the long Memorial Day weekend and it seems that summer was just slowly creeping in. I am not thathyped up about it but I am anticipating of thelong hot and sweaty season. I hate summertime just because of the hot weather and the sweaty days ahead. It grossed me out.
But what can I do, I have to succumb myself to it because it had to happen anyway. There are many ways to combat the hot weather though. Number is going to the beach and cool off. Although I have some fear of the water especially the beach, I still long for my younger days where we were basking under the sun swimming at the river near our house all day. Eversince I hurt my inner ear I haven't been to swimming any at all because I am afraid I will hurt my eardrum more. But maybe just tipping my feet and legs on a salty water will probably eased up my fear for the water. As long as I would not wet my inner ear I'll be fine.
Another way of getting rid of the hot weather is to drink more iced water. Whether it maybe lemonade or popsicles it would be fun to melt them in the mouth. Back in my younger days, we were fond of eating "ice candy". I remember selling them in the market every market day during Mondays getting some ample profit from it for my weekday allowance. It was fun.
Also, one way of cooling off during the Summer is driving on a hot day with a full blast aircon in the car. Although gas is very expensive nowadays having the aircon in full blast is a big relief especially when the temperature outside is tipping to over 100 degrees. It is a crazy weather yet cooling off in the car with a full blast aircon will actually cool off somebody's crazy feeling about the hot weather.
Here in Southern California, houses are not built with aircon. Maybe because in the past summer was a little cooler. But nowadays, because of global warming the weather was also affected especially for countries who are situated near the north pole. They've said that the world is already melting. I don't know if it is a hoax but if you think it really, there might be some truth in it.
Imagine a closed container if you place a smoke in it, the smoke that emits carbon dioxide particles makes the inside temperature hot when the air subsides at the bottom. In that case, imagine the container as teh air and the atmosphere as the inner space in the container. Imagine the carbon dioxide that we've created and all of that were accumulated in the atmosphere then when it settle on the ground it makes the environment hotter. That's my analogy of the global warming. Then eventually in the northern part of the world ice will melt faster because of these carbon dioxide and the atmosphere will tend to be hotter especially during Summer when the earth is near the sun.
Memorial Day is a day wherein we commemorate those fallen soldiers who took part during the war and we have to thank them actually for giving their lives during the war for without them we could not feel this peace that we are experiencing right now, or else the earth would still be in chaos. Memorial day tells me about barbecue and family as well as friend gathering. People flip meats and burgers in their grill to enjoy the hot day with their families and friends. It is fun!
Sad for me, because I have to spend my day sleeping today because I have to work tonight. I wish I could also celebrate it with my friends but oh well it's not gonna happen because I have to work. I have to save life and for me this is more important than flipping burgers outside. Yeah, it is ironic that I have to do it but I am imagining that one day I could really enjoy Memorial Day, especially going to a vacation in Washington D.C. and visit all those memorial places devoted to those fallen soldiers of the world wars. It might be a good feat then.
I'm sorry for having to blog for a long time. I knwo I have no excuse for this and I've been laxed about my responsible in blogging. I admit that I am verybusy lately but it is not an enough alibi to not come here and blog off my mind. It's just that I am very tired all the time working five days a week at the school teaching students and making my lesson plans and also working every weekend at the hospital. It's really hard to juggle those times and thus I am very lazy to do my blogs.
Keeping up with my blogs is another toll that really makes my schedule very tight. No matter what happen all my readers were still in my mind all the time so I need to always go back here and do a blog for the sake of my readers. I mean life is tough but it has to happen. My purpose in putting up with this blogsite is to entertain so I think there is no valid reason for me to procrastinate. And to that I greatly apologized for my mistakes. I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart. And happy Memorial Day to everyone.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Charmed In San Miguel de Allende
While in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, I woke up in a soft cushy bed at a bed and breakfast hotel and couldn't wait to get outside. It wasn't that the place was bad - I had a nice comfortable room - but I knew I'd be here only for a short time and just wanted to see as much as possible, together with my confidant, the beautiful early morning view of the whole town. Plus, I always enjoyed seeing places early in the morning devoid of the busy traffic. I just wanted to feel that magical serenity before the whole town is being consumed with the huddle of the crowd as the day progresses.
It was ironic though because we almost didn't get the room. It was that the plan in going here was just an abrupt decision and my friend had made plans to come up here because of its charming beauty and rugged hilly countryside. Our plan was totally the last minute decision and we had found out later that all the good hotels in the Old Center were fully occupied, including the Pozada Corazon Bed and Breakfast Hotel, which was initially our first choice.
We were very lucky to get accepted at La Casa Misha B&B which was not too far from the centro, and was just a few brisk walk from the zocalo. It's quite a feat since it was a very busy weekend that time and the place had only two rooms left among the eight rooms they've had. We were extremely lucky to have gotten a nice, spacious, and cozy room, which was also very affordable, and overlooking the belfry of the Baroque inspired coral-colored church of San Miguel de Archangel, near the Centroville.
I slipped out of the La Casa Misha B&B into the chilly morning light. I always wanted to find out why is it that so many people had greatly raved about this charming colonial hilly Northern town and as I wandered along the lonely rugged cobbled streets I've realized that San Miguel de Allende is one of those incessantly proverbial sleepy little Mexican town, which has its own distinct allure and was extremely tacit in this early bright morning, and it hadn't quite come awake yet. Soon, however, I will be wandering into the town square with its little manicured park, interesting shops, and beautiful parish church, which has long become the symbol of this frequently visited northern-hilly town. I love little town squares and as the changing light of the morning had played on the multi-colored walls of the tall buildings around it, I allowed it to slowly seduce me.
After being outside for a while, I returned to La Casa Misha B&B and had a breakfast with my friend. It was a great, huge refreshing breakfast, all homemade and organic. I left so magnificently full that I couldn't believe it. It was very satisfying indeed. Although breakfast was included in the price of the room (it was, after all, a bed and breakfast) but people can just walk in, off the street, and can pay only 150 pesos which is roughly 10 dollars. Our table on the terrace was surrounded with a beautiful lush garden, which was shaded with a large olive tree, and stippled by a three-layered fountain and tiny pieces of intricately carved miniature sculptures of varying sizes and lengths. Along one of the walls, the steeple or spindly spire of the church had perfectly peeked over a blaze of red and pink bougainvillas that had enormously cascaded downward a makeshift wooden arch.
After the breakfast, my friend and I then set outside, freely exploring, all over the town, with him as my able tour guide. He brought me everywhere and anywhere, poking into everything we had uninvitingly stumbled upon, and I enjoyed the raw and spontaneous nature of it, like a free-spirited stranger cheerfully loving every nooks and crannies of this rustic charming place. It was almost a touristic wantonness, just aimlessly wandering about wherever our eyes would immediately laid upon on something and our feet would accidentally take us somewhere - whether into old and vintage hotels to explore lobbies, courtyards, and rooms; or down the myriad little streets and alleys to see this or that, in which all of it always has a good interesting fodder for a traveler's mind and soul. It was a fantastic feeling!
Along one street we found a little scrawny kid running along on the lonely cobbled street, banging excitedly on a rusty iron triangle, signaling everyone to bring out their garbage since the trash truck was not far behind. As if on cue, everyone had stepped out of their doorways and waited patiently on the sidewalk bringing a bursting life to the otherwise deserted streets.
Further on, in Park Juarez near the Iglesia de San Francisco, we came across with five kids whom seemed to be diligently practicing for the local marching band, and not far beyond, a few beat-up artists selling their little colorful creations, most depicting one facet or another of this intriguing town to us. Not long after exiting the park we came upon a public wash area where three middle-aged women, all colorfully dressed, were patiently doing their early morning laundry. There were several of these wash areas which were still in use around the town, as what my dear friend had told me.
Early that Saturday afternoon, we wound up at an organic farmer's market, nestled between the Instituto de Allende and the new Rosewood Artesana Hotel, where you could buy everything from organic fruits, vegetables, breads, and foods (cooked and served on the spot), to organic face cremes, lotions, potholders, ceramic pots, and any number of other things made locally. Judging from the crowd, it was evident that the market is popular among the expat community.
Also popular with the expats was the San Miguel de Allende's art community. My friend knew several expat artists and had told me that many of them who have settled here temporarily and permanently had willingly donated the proceeds of their sales to the local charities. No doubt these artists regale in the almost magical quality of the atmosphere here, and as I looked out at the purple-lushed-crowned Jacaranda trees beautifully dotting the hillsides and the whole town, it seemed as if someone had purposely daubed an imaginary violet brush all over a magnificent urban canvas, just a thing to simply nurture anyone's inner Monet.
San Miguel de Allende had engraved a place in my heart with it's intoxicating quiet surroundings and colorful earthen hued buildings and rugged-durable cobbled streets, as well as it's violet colored Jacaranda trees sporadically spread all over the entire town. How I wish I could be back here again and continue exploring it's captivating innermost bowels for my acute stay here was just an interestingly unforgettable brief one, that I've even wished I could stay for a longer time. Who knows, only time can tell.....
It was ironic though because we almost didn't get the room. It was that the plan in going here was just an abrupt decision and my friend had made plans to come up here because of its charming beauty and rugged hilly countryside. Our plan was totally the last minute decision and we had found out later that all the good hotels in the Old Center were fully occupied, including the Pozada Corazon Bed and Breakfast Hotel, which was initially our first choice.
We were very lucky to get accepted at La Casa Misha B&B which was not too far from the centro, and was just a few brisk walk from the zocalo. It's quite a feat since it was a very busy weekend that time and the place had only two rooms left among the eight rooms they've had. We were extremely lucky to have gotten a nice, spacious, and cozy room, which was also very affordable, and overlooking the belfry of the Baroque inspired coral-colored church of San Miguel de Archangel, near the Centroville.
I slipped out of the La Casa Misha B&B into the chilly morning light. I always wanted to find out why is it that so many people had greatly raved about this charming colonial hilly Northern town and as I wandered along the lonely rugged cobbled streets I've realized that San Miguel de Allende is one of those incessantly proverbial sleepy little Mexican town, which has its own distinct allure and was extremely tacit in this early bright morning, and it hadn't quite come awake yet. Soon, however, I will be wandering into the town square with its little manicured park, interesting shops, and beautiful parish church, which has long become the symbol of this frequently visited northern-hilly town. I love little town squares and as the changing light of the morning had played on the multi-colored walls of the tall buildings around it, I allowed it to slowly seduce me.
After being outside for a while, I returned to La Casa Misha B&B and had a breakfast with my friend. It was a great, huge refreshing breakfast, all homemade and organic. I left so magnificently full that I couldn't believe it. It was very satisfying indeed. Although breakfast was included in the price of the room (it was, after all, a bed and breakfast) but people can just walk in, off the street, and can pay only 150 pesos which is roughly 10 dollars. Our table on the terrace was surrounded with a beautiful lush garden, which was shaded with a large olive tree, and stippled by a three-layered fountain and tiny pieces of intricately carved miniature sculptures of varying sizes and lengths. Along one of the walls, the steeple or spindly spire of the church had perfectly peeked over a blaze of red and pink bougainvillas that had enormously cascaded downward a makeshift wooden arch.
After the breakfast, my friend and I then set outside, freely exploring, all over the town, with him as my able tour guide. He brought me everywhere and anywhere, poking into everything we had uninvitingly stumbled upon, and I enjoyed the raw and spontaneous nature of it, like a free-spirited stranger cheerfully loving every nooks and crannies of this rustic charming place. It was almost a touristic wantonness, just aimlessly wandering about wherever our eyes would immediately laid upon on something and our feet would accidentally take us somewhere - whether into old and vintage hotels to explore lobbies, courtyards, and rooms; or down the myriad little streets and alleys to see this or that, in which all of it always has a good interesting fodder for a traveler's mind and soul. It was a fantastic feeling!
Along one street we found a little scrawny kid running along on the lonely cobbled street, banging excitedly on a rusty iron triangle, signaling everyone to bring out their garbage since the trash truck was not far behind. As if on cue, everyone had stepped out of their doorways and waited patiently on the sidewalk bringing a bursting life to the otherwise deserted streets.
Further on, in Park Juarez near the Iglesia de San Francisco, we came across with five kids whom seemed to be diligently practicing for the local marching band, and not far beyond, a few beat-up artists selling their little colorful creations, most depicting one facet or another of this intriguing town to us. Not long after exiting the park we came upon a public wash area where three middle-aged women, all colorfully dressed, were patiently doing their early morning laundry. There were several of these wash areas which were still in use around the town, as what my dear friend had told me.
Early that Saturday afternoon, we wound up at an organic farmer's market, nestled between the Instituto de Allende and the new Rosewood Artesana Hotel, where you could buy everything from organic fruits, vegetables, breads, and foods (cooked and served on the spot), to organic face cremes, lotions, potholders, ceramic pots, and any number of other things made locally. Judging from the crowd, it was evident that the market is popular among the expat community.
Also popular with the expats was the San Miguel de Allende's art community. My friend knew several expat artists and had told me that many of them who have settled here temporarily and permanently had willingly donated the proceeds of their sales to the local charities. No doubt these artists regale in the almost magical quality of the atmosphere here, and as I looked out at the purple-lushed-crowned Jacaranda trees beautifully dotting the hillsides and the whole town, it seemed as if someone had purposely daubed an imaginary violet brush all over a magnificent urban canvas, just a thing to simply nurture anyone's inner Monet.
San Miguel de Allende had engraved a place in my heart with it's intoxicating quiet surroundings and colorful earthen hued buildings and rugged-durable cobbled streets, as well as it's violet colored Jacaranda trees sporadically spread all over the entire town. How I wish I could be back here again and continue exploring it's captivating innermost bowels for my acute stay here was just an interestingly unforgettable brief one, that I've even wished I could stay for a longer time. Who knows, only time can tell.....
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