Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Off Season and Touring Leisurely in San Miguel de Allende

There are advantages to visiting places off season, cheaper prices a plus, less tourists another.

Instructed to meet our tour guide in front of a particular building, we arrived to find the place closed and no one around. We sat on the steps, waiting. We were early...it was touring time...it was a few minutes late. If our guide did not appear 15 minutes after the start time, we would leave.

A white sedan pulled up to the curb and an amiable Mexican greeted us, apologizing for being late. The three of us left for a tour of the San Miguel we could not easily reach on foot.

Ask hub the outstanding part of the trip and he will unhesitatingly answer the dam tour. Our guide discussed the water control project and Steve asked questions, showing so much interest and enthusiasm the guide happily detoured to show us the dam. This was a tour first. 

There I was, not fond of heights, staring down a cavernous crater surrounded by a huge canyon, dammed lake on one side, flowing river on the other, the two men jabbering on about heights and hydraulics and capacities and...

Yawn. Time to move on...

I was wowed by a ranchito owned by a Texan, a Mexican bullfighting/cowboy hero by occupation and now retired horse trainer and rancher, his residence incorporating American Old West stereotypes - images implanted in our minds from watching too many TV westerns - with Mexican over-the-top ornamentation.

Greeters at the ranchito.

The cowboy's cherished saddle in the middle of the living room.
Upon entering his domain, greeters dressed in Mexican costume placed a ribbon necklace with a small ceramic cup over our heads. Holding the small handle, a smiling gentleman poured tequila into the cup, a refreshment enjoyed while touring the house. (No, we were not driving!)

San Miguel is a popular place for destination weddings, and we witnessed a number of after-service processions. A burro, a large papier mache bride and groom, and a mariachi band lead the real bride and groom and the entire wedding party through the city, everyone singing and dancing, the women, perched on high heels, treading precariously along cobblestone streets.

A burro leading the wedding party. 

The 'fake' groom with the real bride and groom. Dancing in the street.

The wedding party making their way through the streets. 
Note the umbrellas given the women for sun protection.

Following exhausting days on our feet we step into La Mesa Grande, a cafe close to our accommodations. Savoring an ice coffee (me) and beer (hub), we recount the day's adventures and discuss what we might do the following day. Spending more than a week or two provides time to reconnoiter, rest, sleep late, even massage sore feet. 

A slower pace of life is seeping into our system. I wonder if it can be packaged and taken home. 

3 comments:

  1. Wow, I really was struck by all the colors!

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  2. I like that last picture with the white parasols and everybody dressed up. I bet when you get home you might have a day or two of a slower pace before your surroundings rev you up again. :-)

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  3. That fake groom looks like Richard Nixon. I wondered where he went.

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