What Luxury!


In the mountains in Eastern Washington, there are no taxis. Here in San Miguel d’Allende, MX., you can go via taxi for 30 pesos (around $2.75), by bus (5 pesos, around 35 cents), or walk (no charge).

The cobblestone streets are wide enough for two burros and it is difficult and takes much skill often for two vehicles to pass.

Taxi drivers work sixteen hour days beginning at 6 a.m. Most of them are cheerful,happy men, no women, and they are more than willing to tell us about how they have learned their good English in the States.

One thoughtful driver was not willing to release us in a dark street. No, he motioned, from the front seat as we sought an address. Apparently he had seen our men folk get into another taxi and he was waiting for them to arrive so that we two gals would be safe when we got out.

Street numbering is helter-skelter. Number 15 on our street can be confusing. There is #15A right next door, another #15 half a block up the street, and another 15 with almost the same name three streets over.

The men are courteous. One carried in sacks of groceries from his truck right down our hallway and into the kitchen, no tip expected but graciously given.

For an excursion ten miles out of town, the driver knew to avoid a major traffic snare to take us to La Gruta Hot springs. We asked him to return for us three hours later.

We got to the entrance ten minutes early just as another taxi was depositing passengers. The driver asked if we needed a ride but we said we had someone coming to pick us up. Our delightful driver arrived five minutes later and parked in the lot thinking he would have to wait for us. We were so glad that we had trusted that he would come.

These men are have great skill in stopping to wait for pedestrians, to negotiate large amounts of traffic in this high season of tourists who come here from all over the world,

As we say goodbye, we’ll remember a spring-like and delicious smelling night as we flagged down a taxi, all part of an evening out to see an opera, a movie or attend a party, the only luxury mountain living can never provide.

Author: lebensbornnovel

There at the base of a mountain, I live in a rustic cabin with my engineer/writer husband and loving cat, Alfie. I am a former journalist and pr consultant. In my blog I attempt to capture a sliver of WW history, the Lebensborn program to create a Master Race, and to add newsworthy tidbits which are 'somewhat' relevant to this subject.

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