Our friends Mark and Christine visited San Miguel de Allende a few years ago and Aarón became Mark’s Spanish tutor. So naturally when we met our friends on a trip to the U.S. the following year, Aarón asked Mark a question in Spanish. Mark laughed and said, “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. My Mexican is rusty.” As the only…
A White Girl’s New Year’s Eve In Mexico
Learning Spanish meant I’d get to dance beneath a golden angel in Mexico City on New Year’s Eve. ¡Viva México! Read my 8-part short story featured in Storia here!
My Good Life: From Minnesota to Mexico
By ANNE NICOLAI Special to the Star Tribune | APRIL 22, 2014 — 4:24PM Five and a half years ago, I vaccinated the dog, vacuum-packed linens and clothes, got my soccer-mom SUV tuned up, and drove from Minneapolis to Mexico, where I recently received permanent resident status. I became an empty-nester when my son went…
