On 4 June 2009 I pulled into an empty campground on the edge of this town operated in conjunction with the old Hotel Siesta, which is now no longer there. I had made another of those marathon runs the previous day in the pickup pulling the little pop-up camper trailer through mountains and over plateau. I had driven through the night from Reynosa, where I had made my crossing, to San Miguel de Allende, where I intended to rest for three days before heading further south. My ultimate destination was San Cristóbal de las Casas far south in the state of Chiapas. It was simply a destination that I had picked out on a map. I intended to stay there until I decided what to do next.
4 June 2009
Never having been in Mexico before, I stopped in San Miguel de Allende only because of a previous suggestion by an acquaintance. On the morning of 5 June after a long sleep in the camper trailer, I took a walk to look around. Simply by blind luck I blundered along the perfect route to the historic central district, through Parque Benito Juaréz, up calle Aldama, and into the main plaza, El Jardin.
Later, on the walk back I decided that there was no reason to go further. This was the place that I wanted to stay for the foreseeable future. I am still here, in an apartment now. Content. I have never made it to San Cristóbal de las Casas or any further south than Mexico City. Perhaps someday I will.