The Puddle of Genius

Tree size cholla cactus in El Charco del Ingenio

Tree size cholla cactus in El Charco del Ingenio

A mile or so east of the Parroquia in old San Miguelle de Allende—and up hill all the way—is a high desert botanical garden with the unlikely name of “The Puddle of Genius.” It sounds better in Spanish—El Charco del Ingenio—but then almost everything sounds better in Spanish. The garden / ecological park takes its name from a small pool of water at the bottom of the canyon that had spiritual relevance to the indigenous people.

A beautiful location with a mystical provenance and a funny name—this is exactly the kind of Magic Realism detail I like to put include in my fiction (Owl Dreams, Southwest Gothic Tales, Messages).

Back in the old days, when times were tough holy men would head for The Puddle of Genius and wait for the spirits to send them a brilliant solution to their current problems. People did

Cactus in El Charco Del Ingenio

Cactus in El Charco Del Ingenio

that sort of thing all the time before the Internet. They’d sit in the shade, clear their minds and wait for a supernatural connection. It worked for the indigenous holy men about as well as it worked for the Dalai Lama—no math problems or romantic issues please—and if things didn’t turn out well the thinker could always blame it on a higher power.

Puddle magic blessed me with an epiphany as soon as I reached the garden: “Next time I’ll take a cab.”

That’s the spiritual recommendation if you want to visit El Charco del Ingenio. Taxi’s are easy to find in San Miguel. The fairs are zoned and drivers will take out of shape Americans to from the center of town to the garden for fifty pesos (A little less than four U.S.D.). You’ll feel a lot

Old Steel Aqueduct in El Charco Del Ingenio

Old Steel Aqueduct in El Charco Del Ingenio

better about the 250 acres of trails if you don’t start off out of breath and it will please the supernatural park rangers.

The botanical garden has historical features as well as native desert plants. Pre-Columbian tools and ceramics have been found in caves scattered through the valley. You’ll see ruins of Spanish colonial buildings overgrown with vegetation. The walls and sluice of an old mill remain along with the

View of San Miguel on the walk back from El Charco Del Ingenio.

View of San Miguel on the walk back from El Charco Del Ingenio.

foundations of a Hacienda, a functional 19th century dam, and the infrastructure for an aqueduct built in the first half of the 20th century.

With all of its antiquities, you’d think the park has been around for a very long time, but it was actually inaugurated in 1991. Like everything in Mexico, the opening was coordinated with an astronomical event—a total eclipse of the sun.

Celebrations of equinoxes and solstices are common at El Charco del Ingenio. They are timed to coincide with similar festivals held in the old part of San Miguel.

My wife (a master gardener and major plant enthusiast) timed our visit after the first serious rain in the month of March, a few days after the equinox. The Jacaranda trees and the cactus were in bloom, the views from the park were gorgeous, and the spirits were free with good advice.

The Parade of the Children

Parade of the Children San Miguel de Allende

Parade of the Children San Miguel de Allende

People in San Miguel take their festivals seriously so when some locals told me to be sure and catch the Desfile de los Niños (Parade of the Children), I knew it would be something special.

 Like almost all Mexican celebrations, this one has indigenous origins and is tied closely to the cycles of the Sun. The Parade of Children takes place approximately (mas o minus as they say around here) on the vernal equinox.

This is the day on the solar calendar (in case anyone needs reminding) when the Sun spends a brief moment in time directly above the Earth’s equator. After that, the world dresses in her spring wardrobe and days in the northern hemisphere continue getting longer and warmer until the Summer solstice (which comes with its own festival) when things start moving the other

Parade of the Children San Miguel de Allende

Parade of the Children San Miguel de Allende

direction. It’s an important day, and you can be sure that ancient Aztec gods are be standing next to the Catholic Saints making sure everything goes off as planned.

If I hadn’t known, I never would have guessed this parade had anything to do with astrophysics or Mesoamerican mythology. I don’t know how many children live in San Miguel, but it’s hard to imagine any of them didn’t play some part in the celebration. It was sort of religious, and indigenous,

Smurf in Children's parade San Miguel de Allende

Smurf in Children’s parade San Miguel de Allende

and ecological, and anthropological, and about as cute as anything I’ve ever seen.

Is it racist to say that Mexican children are among the cutest in the world? I’ll risk it. These children threw themselves into their roles. For the duration of the parade (two hours mas or minus) they were authentic Kings, and Queens, and butterflies, and jaguars, and cows, and Smurfs. I wondered how the Aztec gods were going to react to the Smurfs, but they didn’t seem to mind.

With all those three to eight year olds there must have been a tantrum or two, but I didn’t see a single one. The children all seemed happy with their roles, nobody was left out, and they picked up their trash when they were through.

The Mexicans in San Miguel are comfortable with their mix of modern and ancient—

Children's parade San Miguel de Allende

Children’s parade San Miguel de Allende

comfortable enough to let a curious Norte Americano author look at them under a literary magnifying glass. I’ve based a few characters on my Mexican encounters (Owl Dreams, Southwest Gothic Tales, and Messages). More are on the way. Magic Popsicle Sticks and Trial Separation are two more Native American oriented novels chock full of the kind of magic realism that makes San Miguel so special.  Those books are under contract with Pen-L Publishing. They’ll be available after they work their way through the editing process.

 

 

A Little Spanish Wouldn’t Hurt

San Miguel de Allende

San Miguel de Allende

What do San Miguel locals think about all the Norte Ameriacano’s who have moved to their town over the last two decades? The gardener in one of the B & B’s we stayed in told me, “They should learn Spanish.” He said it in lightly accented English he learned while working in the United States. “Some of these people have lived here for ten years and they still don’t speak our language.”

That sounded like something I might have said—or at least thought—about the Mexican immigrants in Oklahoma City.

“A little Spanish wouldn’t hurt you either,” the gardener told me.

I took it to heart. My wife and I enrolled in The Warren Hardy School, which teaches

Level 2 Spanish Teacher at the Warren Hardy School

Level 2 Spanish Teacher at the Warren Hardy School

Spanish to English speakers in courses that typically meet three times a week, three hours a day, for three weeks. The classes are pretty effective, but as you might imagine, they leave some gaps in your conversational abilities.

Mexicans love it when you make an effort. They are very patient with Anglos who try to adapt to their culture. That doesn’t mean they’ll speak more slowly so you’ll have a better chance at understanding. When a Mexican speaks Spanish, the language

A little Spanish is useful if you want to shop in the local markets.

A little Spanish is useful if you want to shop in the local markets.

comes out like a heavy object dropped from a great height. The words keep picking up speed until they crash.

“Mas despacio por favor,”More slowly please—might work for a word or two, but by the end of the first sentence they’ve reached the speed of incomprehensibility again. Still, you pick up a word or two, and, what’s more important, they pick up a word or two, and even if what you said was wrong, they hardly ever laugh at you—at least while you are standing there.

Parroquia de San Miguel. The trees are shaped like cylinders.

Parroquia de San Miguel.
The trees are shaped like cylinders.

A friend and I were looking for a good place to photograph the Parroquia (church). We ran into a man coming down w very steep hill as we were going up. Our conbersation started out great. He told us (I think) there was no good view where we were going, but he would show us a  killer “Buena vista.”

Before long it was clear he was taking us back where we had started, chattering in Spanish all the way, with lots of gestures and the only English he seemed to know: “Basketball! What the hell!”

“We’ve got to get rid of this guy,” I told my friend. Hopefully, with my Warren Hardy Spanish, we could do this without hurting his feelings. With my best Warren Hardy Spanish I tried to tell him we needed to go back home. I handed him twenty pesos—something all Norte Americanos do reflexively—and said, “Necesisitamous ir a su cassa.”

He backed away a little more quickly than I’d anticipated, but it was working.

“What did you say to him?” my friend asked.

Perro de San Miguel

Perro de San Miguel

It took me a minute before I realized I’d told him, “We need to go to your house.” I wonder what he thought the twenty pesos were for.

For my writer (and reader) friends, there’s a bonus to taking Spanish lessons. You can plant Spanish Easter Eggs (as my sister in law Emily calls them) in your stories. Elmore Leonard did it in Bandits. He buried the phrase, “No es pesado. Es mi hermano,” in a letter from Ronald Reagan soliciting contributions to stop communism in Nicaragua. The phrase was never mentioned again or explained but it means: “He’s not heavy. He’s my brother.”—a joke that only the in crowd will get.

I’ve hidden a few Easter eggs Owl Dreams, Southwest Gothic Tales, and Messages. Not Spanish Easter eggs, but I plan to start doing that right after I finish Warren Hardy level 2.

San Miguel de Allende

San Miguel de Allende The parroquia at night.

San Miguel de Allende
The parroquia at night.

I wish I could tell you I like San Miguel de Allende for it’s historical significance as the birthplace of the Mexican war of Independence, but the truth is I am much more shallow than that. I like the city because it is drop dead gorgeous (I know that’s a cliché but it absolutely fits). For an opportunistic tourist like me the place is perfect. There is something to see at every turn.

The Parroquia de San Miguel is one of the most photographed churches in Mexico. It has a neogothic façade with two tall towers that can be seen from everywhere in town. It looks good day or night and is located in a public square known as the Jardin (pronounced Hardin).

There are old buildings (three to five centuries

San Miguel de Allende

San Miguel de Allende

old) everywhere with brightly colored walls in various states of disrepair that only makes them look more beautiful. The climate is mild and dry, and something is usually in season. When it’s not, people hang flowers from balconies and in windows.

San Miguel almost always has a festival going on. There are parades, dancing in the streets—especially indigenous dancers—and plenty of refreshments suitable for every taste.

Vendors line the streets selling things I am familiar with (like ice cream and tortillas) and things I’ve never seen before but plan to try at my earliest convenience.

The Parroquia in San Miguel de Allende

The Parroquia in San Miguel de Allende

Children run loose in the pedestrian areas. Their parents are always close by, but in San Miguel it probably wouldn’t matter if they were or not, because everyone looks after the children. It is an incredibly family friendly place.

There are churches everywhere. The Nuestra Señora de la Salud Church was built of native sand stone in the 18th century in the shape of a large seashell. People gather in front of it for festivals and just to sit underneath trees with branches trimmed in the shape of cylinders.Right next to the Nuestra Señora is Oratorio de San Felipe Neri Church, built in the Baroque style of pink sandstone covered by rich vegetative ornamentation. This used to be the place of

Pink Sandstone church in San Miguel de Allende

Pink Sandstone church in San Miguel de Allende

worship for the mulatto population. Now it’s open to everyone. There is no official racial discrimination in the city.

San Miguel is an animal friendly town. People still use burros to make deliveries. Dogs are welcome on the streets and in many of the stores. There are no leash laws as far as I can see. The animals seem at least as well behaved as the people, and the people and in this city that is saying something.

People are formally polite. They greet you in the street and ask permission (con permiso) to walk in front of you. They always say please and thank you, just like our mothers always told us we should.

So far I haven’t incorporated San Miguel into any of my fiction, but it’s a sure bet I’ll use bits and pieces of it in the future. It’s the perfect backdrop for a magic realism writer. Come see for yourselves.

Isn’t Mexico Fun?

The door opened and they started filing out.

The door opened and they started filing out.

My wife and I and a friend were walking along one of the cobble stone streets of San Miguel de Allende when a door opened and a man walked out wearing a peacock feathered headdress. He also wore a skull mask and had plastic replicas of human skulls on his knees and elbows. He wasn’t wearing a shirt but it was hard to tell because his skin was painted black and white.

Then the door opened again and a troop of similarly dressed men and women

Banners for March 7 Festival

Banners for March 7 Festival

streamed out like a scene in a surrealistic keystone cops movie. My wife turned to me and said, “Isn’t Mexico fun?”

I thought for a moment I had fallen into one of my own Magic Realism stories (You knew I’d throw that in there somewhere, didn’t you: Owl Dreams, Southwest Gothic Tales, Messages). Fortunately there was a real world explanation. This was the Festival in honor of God the Conqueror. A Christian holiday that I’d never

Somehow transvestites got worked into the mix.

Somehow transvestites got worked into the mix.

heard of, following on the heels of Ash Wednesday.

Representatives from churches all over central Mexico came in to participate. The festival was mostly indigenous dancers who I wouldn’t have known had anything to do with Christianity if it hadn’t been for the banners some of them carried. Somehow transvestites got into the mix along with people dressed as devils, skeletons, and hacienda patrons wielding whips. Mock machete fights started around dusk followed by more dancing. All the while little children were pelting each other with paper eggs filled with confetti.

The next morning I asked the maid in our B&B about the festival. Her English was about as good as my Spanish—not very good at all—but basically what she said was, “Don’t they have Catholics where you come from?”

Isn’t Mexico fun?