An Authentic Life v 1.2 - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

ived 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, dining,
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?”
“No.” Paul replied.
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