26 December 2012
24 December 2012
There it is. There is the problem in a nutshell. Should it get worse, I will simply move to a different city deeper in. For the present, however, I am still able to live in a different world in San Miguel de Allende than the one in which these good people live. Nightline expressed no interest in interviewing me about where and how I live there.
19 December 2012
18 December 2012
12 December 2012
10 December 2012
I was up in the air earlier this summer walking the pipeline the first time without having given it altogether too much thought. Fred, my neighbor and a volunteer tour guide out there in El Charco del Ingenio Nature Preserve, mentioned in passing that he had seen some Mexican boys walking the old pipeline that hangs on the rim of the canyon. When I heard this, I instinctively knew that those Mexican boys were onto something. I did not even go so far as to consider what it was that they were onto other than the tautological conclusion that they had been up there on the pipeline.
09 December 2012
07 December 2012
04 December 2012
So now we enter the “high season.” Those from the north, Canadian and American, who winter in San Miguel are arriving--those who have not yet been intimidated from doing so by a fear of Mexico that is. There is obviously a good number who are not. The place is filling up.
03 December 2012
In the last couple of entries I have put up some of my photos of that abandoned church construction outside of town on the way to the reservoir. Recentlly, I was looking at photos done by my friend Michel that he has put up on his blog. (Michel is the man to whom I refer most often as "the unhinged Québécois.") I ran into his photos of that same church. The photo above is one of them.
If I were in the business of recommending things to other people--which I most emphatically am not--I would recommend that you take a look at those. They are interesting. If I were to recomment his photos to you, a thing that I am not at all doing here, you could see the rest by clicking here.
01 December 2012
On the way out to the reservoir, I had to stop once again at the construction site. The shell of this grand church has sat there for years now abandoned, never to be completed. Every time that I go there, I end up exploring it again, checking out the nooks and crannies, crawling up on the roof, just like a kid.