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We’ve recently packed up our house and moved to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.  Talk about an experience!  We are loving the new lifestyle so far.  So much to see, so much to do.  The weather is incredible.  The people are friendly.

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So, I’ve started a new blog in the process and invite you to follow along:  ColorAndCulture.com!

 

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When we lived in Mexico City many years ago, we fell in love with San Miguel, which was a weekend getaway for us then.  It’s changed a lot since then, but it still has all of the things we love.

We found our expat friends to be adventuresome and interesting and we expect to find the same in the people who have chosen to make San Miguel their home.

 

Here are some of the views from our rooftop terrace:

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I fully intended that this represent both the big and little experiences of life.  But I think I’ve failed to really capture any of the little experiences that make up everyday life.

Mostly I have focused on past experiences that have been memorable.  Certainly valid.   And I’ve noted some thoughts and inspirations I’m encountering today.  Like meditation.  Like yoga.  Like pleasant weekends.

But I’ve neglected to recognize experiences in my work life (clearly a significant portion of my waking hours) or personal life that may lack the memorable quality of other things.  But that have an impact on our lives.

This past weekend, Tom’s brother required hospitalization while on a trip.  It must have been alarming to both him and to his wife.  It undoubtedly was to us as well.

It was one of those eye opening experiences that remind us that life is short.  It made us consider our own mortality.  We don’t spend nearly enough time with those we love.  It helps to ground us in what is important.   And how to live our lives.

For me, three days is the perfect length for a weekend.  A luxury to be sure, but practical as well.

Work is typically all-consuming for me when I’m there.  I really don’t have time for the occasional personal call or a check in with my facebook page at lunch.  My day is longer than most.  I try to fool myself that coming in really early doesn’t take anything away from my non-work life.  My husband would argue that I often can’t slip out of that work mode even after I get home either.   So, four days of flat-out work seem like the perfect recipe for me.

It takes me three days to really relax and rejuvenate.    It’s not that I don’t get relaxed until the third day.  One a three day weekend, I relax almost immediately.  Just the knowledge of three full days allows me to relax from the very beginning.  To put the work issues out of my mind.  Ahhh.

This was a three day weekend for me.  I was able to do everything that I wanted to do to make me smile:  picnic.  see a movie.  blog.  get a pedicure.  read.  go out to lunch.  barbeque.  make pesto.  entertain.  go for a country drive.  Sunday Drive And it still gave me the time to do the things that I need to do (but don’t make me smile quite so much).

Could a four day work week ever be a reality?  Should I feel slothful in wanting three days to unwind?  The incredible increase in productivity that has transpired over the past 100 years is surely to blame for the need.  Yet, God only rested one day after creating the entire world.  I think that’s pretty good productivity.

Who knows… maybe my next career…

I am a real fan of salad bars.  I love choices.   The thrill of discovering water chestnuts.  The disappointment of no garbanzo beans.

I prefer to check out all of my options P9121654before I make my choices.   Some might say that I am too choosy.  I remember my boss observing me with amazement (unbeknownst to me) as I agonized over choosing just the right cherry tomato.  Getting the perfect balance of ingredients in the salad is an art.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could get a preview of our options in life before making choices?   Think of all the time we could save.  All the mistakes we could avoid.

But maybe it’s a good thing that we can’t always know what lies ahead for us.  Disappointments would be unavoidable.  Surprises would be non-existent.  Salad bars will have to suffice.