Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Dia de los Muertos is one of the more important religious festivities of San Miguel. The Calaca Festival was in this 2nd year with artists arriving from all over and events scheduled around the clock for 3 days.
The very top of our street
View into the Portal
The meyer lemon on the rooftop is loaded with lemons, but you need a plan to bring them down.
Pesto on the rooftop somehow tastes better, especially with my own basil.
Can you believe this is November weather?
A November shower refreshed the plants
View from the entrance zaguán
Posted by Gilda Valdez Carbonaro at 12:20 AM
Friday, September 20, 2013
People will tell you...but what about the amount of fellow gringos, which you will find EVERYWHERE even in your soup, as they say or Spanish (¡hasta en la sopa!). Nonsense! Yes...there is a great number of American expats here. Very true. But there is an Under the Guanajuato Sun small town experience to be had here complete with all the crazy and endearing stories of the locals and expats all weaving together a decidedly Mexican tableau. And there's one other thing: I identify with this land in a very personal way. It would bore you to tears to give you my family history and how we have reconnected with our mother country after over 100 years in the US.
Most importantly, there is a harmonious grouping of people living on this street whom you will never pass without a friendly greeting. Some of the original families who still live here can tell you amazing stories of the history of this narrow cobblestoned street...like the local lore about Pancho Villa making his way down this particular street with his injured men thrown across the backs of donkeys during the Mexican revolution (who knows whether this resides more in the imagination of the teller or whether the stories are accurate).
As if time has stood still, the donkeys are still led down this path by older men from the mountains above, scraping a living by selling firewood. And there is a raw milk run: a truck goes by early in the morning, honks, and people come out of their houses with pitchers to fill with the fresh cow's milk. Occasionally, a woman knocks at the door with her arms wrapped around dozens of roses in all colors, hoping to make a sale before she starts the day.
But enough chatter. Here are the pictures you want to see.
Cooking is one of the pleasures of the house.
The weather of San Miguel is such that you can sit comfortably practically all year long with doors and windows open.
As soon as the sun is up, this is the place to be. The view is all encompassing, something to delight the eye, in every direction.
The master bedroom has a balcony on two sides.
This tub is for day dreaming in hot soapy water and looking at the clear blue sky through the skylight, grateful you didn't live in the times of Mayan sacrifices made in watery cenotes.
The house takes full advantage of weather that is cool and sunny practically year round.
Light comes from the bóveda above and from the Juliette balcony.
Handpainted tile makes this bathroom.
The entrance is the old part of the house.
Tile-trimmed cantera stone takes you up to the second story bedrooms and to the rooftop.
The downstairs street side bedroom is part of the original house.
neighbors on this street. This is Holy Friday and the table is set up every year in front of the house as one of the stops of the Via Crucis.
Centurion precedes the group.
Holy Friday procession in front of the house.
Posted by Gilda Valdez Carbonaro at 8:54 AM
Thursday, September 19, 2013
It is hard to describe the atmosphere of a town like San Miguel de Allende... a way of life that is easy on the spirit and sensibilities. Is it the civility of the people, or is it the climate, or simply the age old traditions that people stubbornly cling to? It would be futile to try to get the idea across without the photographs I will post here for you. They will certainly give you at least a vague idea of the beauty of the town and its people.
These photographs weren't take by me, unfortunately. They were taken by Jesus Uvalle, a young architect from San Miguel.
Posted by Gilda Valdez Carbonaro at 3:08 PM