Despite the musica and the chimes and the firecrackers that enliven the night (all night!) in San Miguel de Allende, my dreams are of Block Island and all that needs to be done there. In my dreams I have another house in a different part of the island that I keep forgetting to pay taxes on and book. What a relief to wake up and remember I only have two . . .
Es muy bueno tu est si conscienious.
ReplyDeletePeut-etre vous avez besoin d'un vacance.
Ou moins maisons.
c'est la vie say the old folks ...thank goodness this is only a dream...
ReplyDeleteHow very strange. I too have that dream.
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