The way to San Miguel de Allende from the Leon airport was mostly fields. There were not a lot of houses. It was a beautiful farmland drive. It was such a refreshing view when the taxi I was in approached San Miguel. San Miguel was covered with colorful buildings. In the city, walking among those colorful buildings was such a joy. The city gave me a feeling of being inside a beautiful painting or a romantic movie. Normally, I use limited color palette, but, in San Miguel, I was very inspired by the colors and tried to reflect that in my photographs. Slow-paced and gentle-mannered locals and the infectious smell of food just added to the experience. If the city was not slow-paced, it would not have been that charming. The city made me want to move in slow motion to capture every moment. I wanted to go to every corner, see every crack, and eat everything.
Not knowing much about the culture and art of Mexico, it was very interesting to learn about its complex and rich cultural heritage. Visiting the pyramid was a fascinating experience to say the least. I wish I had a bigger brain and a better memory to retain all the information our tour guide shared with us. Art was beautiful. Masks, bead work, painting, sculptural work, etc.. They were charming, well-designed, and just overall wonderful. I was fascinated by the variety of the style and media used.
Food is always my highest priority when I travel. If food is bad, I have no desire to go back to where I have traveled to. Food tells you how the people have lived and how the people are. In San Miguel, I really enjoyed seeing people gathered at food carts on the streets, day and night, eating and chatting. I had strong desire to join them and be a part of the culture. When a friend recommended that I have churros and hot chocolate for breakfast, I was highly skeptical. Eating sweets in empty stomach did not sound good. However, I tried. The rest was history. I went back to the same place almost everyday to get churros. There was something about those churros. They were just so good.
The statement that the more you learn, the more you realize how much you do not know was the case of my experience in Mexico. I thought I knew colors. Apparently people in Mexico had different views on colors than I did. I knew I did not know anything about Mexican culture. It was proven that I really did not know anything. I thought I would meet a handsome Mexican man and fall in love. I fell madly in love with churros instead. I had no expectation when I went to Mexico. It was a good thing that I did not because I was able to stay open minded and learn so much. I left Mexico with renewed respect and love for the people and the country.