HARD TO BELIEVE

If you were to stroll around my house and take note of the things I like to decorate with...

and to eat or serve off of...

and to wear...

If you were to discover that I could (and sometimes do) eat some sort of Mexican food almost daily; and if I told you that I never, ever read my books more than once, except maybe for Barbara Kingsolver's The Lacuna, and Tony Cohan's On Mexican Time, which I have read three or four times; well then, you just might assume that I was a gal who was gaga over all things that even hinted at life in Mexico, and you'd be absolutely right! In which case, you might be surprised to learn that I have never actually been to Mexico. (Well, except for a couple of day trips to a border town when we lived in south Texas, and we all know those don't really count.) To tell you the truth, I can hardly believe it myself.

Perhaps, then, you are now better able to understand why I get so crazy-giddy each time I am hit with the thought that, in just a few days, these two little feet of mine will actually be walking on the cobbled streets of San Miguel de Allende! GAAAHH!!