Measuring the Benefits of My Life in San Miguel de Allende
Stepping out of my neighborhood yoga studio after the 8:30 a.m. class, my muscles aching with newfound strength and my mind clear, I feel high. The sky is clear and the sun is warm on my skin. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifts over me from the nearby coffee shop. The walk home is peaceful along the quaint cobblestone streets, greeting neighbors and shopkeepers (a friendly buenos días is always offered, even to disheveled expats stumbling home in their yoga clothes).