There are those places in the world that cause you to miss your flight home and ask you to consider where home is. There are those places in the world where your face begins to soften and where your soul becomes alive and no longer feels neglected. There are those places in the world where sensual awareness runs amok and where you feel it with every part of your being. As the poet Rumi wrote, you become ‘a pearl without a shell, a mindful flooding, candle turned moth, head become empty jar, bird settling nest, love lived.’ For me, San Miguel de Allende is such a place.