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What I Came For

by | May 24, 2022 | Blog | 28 comments

It was like this, you were in Mexico, and the moment you got there you wondered why you’d come. You tried to remember the plans you’d made months ago, why you thought five weeks south of the border was a good idea.

Your story was this: you liked San Miguel, a big city that felt like a small town. You liked stepping out of your rented house on Animas St., how you literally fell into the flow of people heading into the day; the rag-tag group of kids with backpacks, mothers strolling babies, the bakery owner pushing open her doors, a man throwing a bucket of water onto the cobblestones.

You liked cobblestones, how they huddled together like thousands of baby hippos, the short walk to the town square that took you past the school where Mexican teenagers in uniforms and pink hair lounged alongside grandmothers on benches. The churro man would be there, sitting in front of his pyramid of sweets. He’d be asleep in front of the pile by noon. And the balloon lady, she’d be there too, minding her toddlers, as she tied strings to balloons so they didn’t fly away.

You knew that Pamela’s house would be perfect with its shady living room – a respite from the 93-degree heat – the big wall of bougainvillea in the courtyard that you could stare at from the couch. On the roof was a stand-alone bathtub where you imagined yourself floating in warm water, watching hot air balloons rise from the hills.

You’d tuck into yourself a little more, get a little quieter.

“This time you’ll fall in love,” your friends said.

You remembered the scent of hot tortillas that hit your nose as you turned the corner toward the market, the mysterious hours of the cafe down the street, and how sweet their cornbread was. And how, because of the unpredictable hours, you bought a slice every time you saw their doors were open.

These are the things you’d remembered, that had called you back.

And those cobblestones that had worn a hole in your boots last winter, they’d bitten the strap of your Birkenstocks off last week. Your new story included that and the tall bottle of mezcal that sat on your kitchen counter for weeks untouched. How every time you asked a grocer for a lemon, they handed you a lime, and the fancy half and half you walked a mile for. How when you don’t drive, you only buy what you can carry and how that makes everything so simple. You have what you have. Period.

And which had become a bit of a lesson for everything.

So your story was wandering into town on your 62nd birthday with only the smallest sense of destination;  lunch, a stop at the bank, maybe find a cobbler to fix your broken sandal. It was the easiness of the day, the way your body moved through space, the strength of your legs, and the celebration of that – that your parts were working – something you don’t think about when you’re young, but then as you age it becomes more clear that simply the ability to move without pain needs to be acknowledged. And something else too, which is harder to describe, but has to do with being alone in a foreign country on your birthday, and feeling peaceful with your place in the world, as it is, alone, feet on cobblestones.

And that one night, Barb, the owner of the old bordello that she’d turned into a hotel, had finished her Mexican taxes and suggested celebrating with a bottle of wine, just when you’d decided that you were taking a break from the stuff, but what the hell. And how nearly two hours passed, the two of you hiding from the heat in her office, talking about your lives; all the shenanigans you’d been through; the marriages, the children, the loves – everything that seemed like a good idea at the time. “Salud!” we kept saying, as we clinked our glasses. And how later, you and Barb – and her helper, also named Barb – climbed the rickety stairs to the roof of the hotel in the dark with cups of ice cream in your hands. The ladies showed you the secret of angling the deck chairs just right so you could see the bright lights of the church a few blocks away.

You and these women you’d come to know over the years, older than you, smart cookies. No boyfriends among you, the hot day cooling around your feet, a small dish of vanilla ice cream you’d all decided to call dinner.

Your story was this, by day you wandered, mostly alone, you turned 62, you forgot why you’d come to Mexico, you gave the bottle of mezcal to a friend named Lobo, you didn’t fall in love, the cornbread was delicious, the crickets put on a nightly concert, you didn’t hear the roosters, but there was ice cream on the roof of an old whorehouse, three women watching the glow of the church in the moonlight – best seats in the house – like it was a rock show.

Maybe you’d come for that.

Inspired by a line from the Jane Hirshfield poem, It Was Like This: You Were Happy


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28 Comments

  1. Helene

    What a beautiful piece of prose, I can easily identify with the whole picture that has been painted.

    • Ria

      This is just beautiful

  2. nan seymour

    Damn. And holy yes to it all.

  3. kate

    Yes….

  4. Lori

    Beautiful. Read this piece for my morning meditation. Set my day by breathing your words. Thank you.

  5. Jocelyn Harper

    What we come for never seems to be what is. Oh, our grand imaginations! You certainly use yours, which you weave deeply together with introspection, in such gracious glory! Yet another beautiful piece, dear Laurie. Thank you!

  6. Rich

    This is such a pretty piece….I can feel the warmth of the Mexican sun and your feelings of peace so clearly!

  7. S Royers

    Thankyou for this story, true and beautiful moving description of San Miguel de Allende. We lived in D F and would travel there for just all that! Have not wanted to go back since the troubles .. and my Mexican friends said they would not go either now… but I am persuaded by this not to allow darkness to overwhelm beauty..

  8. Susan

    Thank you. I needed to read these exact words this morning.

  9. Beverly Ash Gilbert

    Brings me right back to our magical time in San Miguel – thank you for sketching the details in full color. (Wish I could join you again for your upcoming retreat)

  10. Cole Cameron

    Seeing tou here on FB w more of your posts would be great

  11. Andrea P

    what a wonderful vignette of a day, a birthday! love this, love you.

  12. Megan

    I love this. Thank you for inviting us along for the adventure with you…I perceived this in my heart and bones and soul. Delicious. All of it.

  13. Joannah Merriman

    I have finally reserved a place for myself and a friend in SMA in early February 2023. That will be my fourth time in this beautiful place, and your essay brought me back, nearly to tears of longing. Thank you.

  14. Sherry Marr

    I loved every delicious word.

  15. Rachel

    Ugh! That was fantastic! Dripping with rich details. Thank you for sharing!

  16. Mati

    So good Laurie!! xo

  17. Liina-Maija

    Thank for taking us with you to your journey! Your words flow with such beauty. Happy belated birthday!

  18. Diana

    Delicious imagery and color. Cobblestones and friends, crickets and ice cream …. internal peace.
    Thanks for taking me on the journey with you for a moment.

  19. Nancy Friedland

    Simple happiness, it sneaks up. Beautiful.

  20. cerena

    Wonderful capture of life in SMA where i celebrated my 70th way back in 2017…
    gracias💋

  21. Robin Doyle

    Exactly this

  22. Beverly Langer

    Laurie, that was spellbinding, in the best way. (There are other ways?) yes.
    You’ve grown so much since met you, as is right and proper, but still.
    You’ve grown still, and deep, as you had hoped.
    Surprising, isn’t it?
    Be well, sweet young (still) girl.

  23. Sharon Arnold

    My friend and I want to share a room… what would our cost be?

    I don’t see a place in the registration to sign up for a particular room level. what can you tell me about that.

  24. Katie

    Happy Birthday you gorgeous, inspiring woman! Can’t read enough of you!

  25. ellee ven

    So good!

  26. Kathleen

    Love the travel of mind…

  27. Brittany Wallman

    Bathtub on the roof ! I need one! Love this account – especially the ending.

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