WE RETURNED Sunday after two nights in the Gringo Heaven of San Miguel de Allende. As during our previous visit last June, we stayed in the home of Gerardo Ruiz, an artist of considerable international renown.
His home abuts the Fábrica La Aurora, a sprawling art space not far from downtown. It’s all about art in San Miguel.
When we arrived, Gerardo was stirring a huge vat of chiles chipotles en escabeche, something he’s cooked every Yuletide season since he took over the family tradition in the 1970s from his mother who had died. He gifted us a jar.
Though we were there only two nights and the full day sandwiched in between, we did get some stuff done.
We saw typical San Miguel Gringos like the couple in the photo above who were sitting on a bench in the central plaza, which is known far and wide as the Jardín.
Also spotted, traipsing down San Francisco Street* and through the Jardín, was a mob — 30 or so — of late-middle-aged Gringos decked out in clownish Christmas costumes.
They appeared to be stoned or half drunk. They were doing their best mimicry of Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg and Beatnik days long, long gone by.
I gazed overhead, half expecting that the Ghost of Neal Cassady had winged over from the railroad tracks toward Celaya but no. He wasn’t hovering up there.
I should have taken a photo, but they were reeling and hopping too much. They couldn’t stand still.
My wife turned to me and said, Bet you’re embarrassed, huh? Well, kinda. I’m not making any of this up.
On a somewhat more sober note, yet another gaggle of Gringos — also 30 or so — who were not stoned were standing in the Jardín’s bandstand singing Christmas carols. Gringos in San Miguel are always having a really great time.
A side trip on the afternoon of our arrival — San Miguel is only three hours from our mountaintop Hacienda farther south — found us in the nearby pueblo of Atotonilco, the home of a famous church, el Santuario de Atotonilco.
The interior, we read, was painted by local artists over a period of 30 years, and the church is known as the Sistine Chapel of Latin America and receives about 5,000 visitors a week.
There were almost no visitors the Friday afternoon we arrived, so the 5,000 visitors a week probably is something of an exaggeration. No matter. It’s certainly worth a visit.
One of the prime reasons to visit San Miguel is eating in restaurants you’ll not find readily in other parts of Mexico. We had some reasonable pad Thai, mushroom burgers and French toast. No restaurant where we live serves those things.
Before we part company today, here’s a color shot of Gerardo’s chiles chipotles. Those vats are over two feet wide, and the house smelled of salsa during our entire visit.