An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

ens, goats, vomiting babies, and poor Mexicans. We
arrived in San Miguel early in the morning and went
to a hotel where birds sang loudly in a courtyard tree.
After a good huevos rancheros breakfast, we went to
our room for much needed sleep. The next day, we
rented a comfortable house for twenty-five dollars a
month.
On our way home from the bars and restaurants
at night, a gang of young Mexicans followed us
and yelled insults because we were long haired gringos.
I was accustomed to carrying a knife and ready
for action. However, after several nights like that,
even though we were able to avoid violence, we cut
our hair, and I took on a more Poncho Villa look with
long side burns and drooping mustache after I shaved
my beard.
One night, Paul and I ate filet mignon and
drank tequila at a restaurant. We met two charming
sisters from Queretero named Maria and Lupe. A
couple of days later, Paul and I went to Queretero to
see them. After a day of meeting the family, shopping,
dinning, visiting the church, and promenading
around the square we took the girls home. As we got
ready to leave, their brother, Raul, told us where the
local brothel was located.
Paul and I liked hiking in the mountains
around San Miguel. One evening, we sat on our rooftop
drinking wine and watching the sun set. I said,
“This is beautiful, but can you imagine what it’s like
to see the sun set into the Pacific? I’ve never seen the
Pacific. Have you?”
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