The Doors of San Miguel opened to any part of me that I was willing to walk through. I still look at the photos from that day, that walk, and am surprised at what still lies beyond those beautiful doors.
This past February, I attended the San Miguel de Allende Writers and Literary Conference. Okay, that was amazing. While I was there, I took a solitary walk through some of the streets near the hotel. More and more I began to notice the doors and take a few pictures of them with my trusty phone. Initially, I was enjoying exploring and having time with my thoughts. Then, my experience became more and more focused. Each door seemed to have its own story to tell me and every little detail and vivid color drew me in those stories until I realized it was my story they were each telling.
So many doors opened for me in San Miguel. I learned so much from the other authors, and met new friends. The craft of writing and not just the creation of a story alone became sharper. I also know there is still so much more to learn. Every now and then I look back on the pictures of those beautiful doors and find something new.
Is there a door somewhere that you can never forget? Maybe you didn’t even realize at the time that it was more than the physical appearance of the door, but what it was saying to you that is the reason the memory is still so clear.
Special thank you to Deborah and Matt!