San Miguel De Allende Part III: A Corrupted Soul That’s Well Rested
When I first came to Mexico I felt like an empty shell. I still feel like my soul has been
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When I first came to Mexico I felt like an empty shell. I still feel like my soul has been
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When I first came to Mexico I felt like an empty shell. I still feel like my soul has been
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Some of the old gringos keep asking me out and while I have nothing against cross-generation dating, I’m just not
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I’m recovering from corporate america in San Miguel de Allende, land of aging Gringos. The town is like one big
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I’m detoxing in Mexico right now. Not my body, but my brain. My synapses are fried from sending out too
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I celebrated my birthday with some salsa dancing, pinkberry, and more salsa dancing. I had three freaking birthday dances (when
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Today, I had lunch with people from work. We were sitting near a table that hosted a two-year-old boy, a
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Time to stop paying full price and start digging through the racks at Ross. In times of exhaustion from over-work,
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