A True Real Estate Romance, as Told by the Wind in San Miguel de Allende

 

There was once an Englishman named Nick Heath who had lived many lives before he came to the high desert. A music producer, an architect of houses and of dreams, he had wandered through London’s rain, the snowy silence of Aspen, and the noise of the world’s great parties. But something, he did not yet know what, called him further.

One day, a message arrived—softly spoken by a friend and fellow music soul, Michael, a man of quiet wisdom. “Go to San Miguel,” he said. “The bells there will speak to you.”

And so, in the heat of May 2022, Nick arrived. He came not to find love, but to ask a question of the universe: “Is this my next beginning?”

He wandered the cobbled streets and found a listing online—Mi Besito. A little kiss. The name made him smile. And the agent, a woman named CiCi Petro, had once lived in Aspen, just like he had. How had their paths never crossed until now?

They met in a quiet Sotheby’s boardroom close to the colonial rooftops. San Miguel stretched beyond the window, golden in the afternoon light. They spoke of properties, and places, and lives lived in parallel. The connection was immediate—but not romantic. Not yet.

Nick chose not to buy Mi Besito—he found it charming, but perhaps a bit too flamboyant, a touch of Elton John, he joked. Instead, he took a small house on Callejón del Pueblito and let San Miguel reveal its mysteries slowly. He and CiCi became close—sharing dinners, stories, even a pilgrimage to the surrealist gardens of Edward James in Xilitla. The friendship, like all true things, deepened without effort.

But time, like the seasons, turns. Nick returned to Aspen, uncertain. He threw himself once more into the rush of skiing, the comfort of old mountains—but the bells of San Miguel had already taken root in his heart.

A year passed.

Then, quietly, as if carried by the wind itself, Nick made a choice. He rented out his Aspen home for three years. He packed lightly. And in September 2023, he returned—not to search, but to stay.

And now, the second chapter began.

He and CiCi—still friends, still careful—began to orbit more closely. Conversations grew softer. Silences more meaningful. One day, without even realizing it, Nick found his heart had already decided.

In March 2024, he joined Sotheby’s and together with CiCi created Prime Realty. Not just a business, but a shared path. Love had slipped in gently, like morning light through old shutters.

They traveled: to the pulse of London, the stillness of secret beaches, the chaotic joy of San Miguel’s fiestas. And then Nick, always guided by instinct and serendipity, planned something quietly profound.

He invited CiCi to a private island in the Bahamas. She believed it was a holiday. But he had with him a quiet bundle of papers and a question that needed no rehearsal.

On June 1st, at exactly 11am—her lucky number—they stood barefoot beside the sea, wind in their hair, turquoise water whispering blessings. The sky bore witness. So did love.

In his vows, Nick told her the story his mother had told him: that he was conceived in Switzerland as Nat King Cole sang “Nature Boy” on the radio.

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

That morning, under the Bahamian sun, those words became true.

Now, in the twilight of San Miguel, if you listen carefully, you might hear their laughter echo off the church walls, or see them walking—never hurried, never lost—through the narrow lanes of a town that believes in magic.

Because this is not just a story about real estate.

This is a story about arrival.

About soulmates who nearly missed each other—until the universe insisted.

And about how, when two people build a life with intention and heart, even the walls they sell begin to whisper a deeper story.

 

By: Nick Heath

 

Prime Realty

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