Shoes, shoes, shoes

Yesterday we finally made the trek to Leon to check out the shoe scene. Leon is the center of the shoe industry in Mexico. If you have shoes that are "hecho en Mexico" they were probably made in Leon.

We had a driver take us - what a luxury! The disappointing part of the trip was that the fabled Cole Haan outlet is no more. The excellent part of the trip is that we hit a lot of shoe stores and had someone to do all of the schlepping!

This first photo is from the Plaza de los Zapatos. It is an entire mall of shoe stores.

We found that the selection of quality shoes for men was larger than that for women. There was also a very broad selection of cowboy boots.

My fashionisto (19 year old boy, Brad) swooned over the selection of shoes in exotic leathers. He is now the proud owner of a pair of shoes made of stingray skin. The shoes with the white eye-shaped spot on them or the white stripe down the middle are made of stingray. It is an interesting glittery skin.

I was able to find two pairs of loafers acceptable to my non-fashionisto Chris (15). One brown, one black, both Brad-approved and acceptable to Chris. Score.

Mary Alice now has two new pairs of shoes and some very fashionable boots. All of these shoes were (relatively) reasonably priced. I say (relatively) because I think stingray shoes are never going to be cheap. But for all the others, we did not spend more than $50 US, and generally less.

My friend, Holly, found several pairs of shoes for her daughter, but neither one of us was really in the market for shoes - unless we had found Cole Haans for really cheap! But, alas.

We also found that we could buy a skin and have a wallet made in very little time. Maybe next trip. Or ostrich and/or lizard cowboy boots?

The wildlife in San Miguel can be muy guapo

Muy guapo is the Spanish term for very handsome. And let me tell you that there are some guapo waiters in San Miguel. Guapo others, also, but this gentleman happens to be a waiter at my (current) favorite watering hole, La Azotea. That means "the roof," and it is a wonderful spot to watch the sun set.

La Azotea can be pretty crowded with beautiful young people from Mexico City (or the DF, as we totally cool folks call it). However, with the slowdown in the economy and the swine flu hysteria, business is slower this summer than it has been. But there is no cloud without a silver lining, and the silver lining here is that La Azotea has an Hora Feliz every weeknight. And at Dos por Uno (two for one) on margaritas and mojitos, that is one feliz hora!

So, I haven't posted for a while because I was getting discouraged at only having two followers (a big shout out to Sue and Suzanne. Must be something excellent in the S). But maybe some others are reading, too. Hoo noze?

Monday - ahhhhhhhhh

Well, the idea of getting a post published before the guests arrived didn't work out very well yesterday. We had a Welcome! party for Holly, who arrived with her daughter Tricia in the afternoon.

This weekend, while we were hanging out on the outdoor sala, a funeral procession walked by the house. I think it was walking from the church at Valle de Maiz, just up the street from us, down to the cemetery on the Ancha de San Antonio. Because San Miguel is compact, the funeral processions take place on foot. Somehow it seems more respectful to me.

You can see in the photo that the coffin is being carried on the pallbearers' shoulders. The car is filled with flowers. People have umbrellas to protect themselves from the sun.

Umbrellas are paraguas (for water) here. I realized that parasol is a word from Spanish - for sun.

At any rate, things are back to normal around here. The kids are off at Casa de los Angeles, I am on the computer and my maid, Amalia, is upstairs cleaning up the mess!

I'm falling behind!

There has been just too much fun around here! "They" tell me I should post every day, and I am just trying to squeeze this one in before the Welcome party starts.

Yesterday we had a "Farewell" party for Jody, which was very sad. She's off to LA, Boston and Aspen. Which, if one has to leave San Miguel, is a pretty good set of places to go. It turned into a very fun afternoon of food, beer and kids kids kids in the pool. My pool isn't very large, but the water slide is a big attraction.

The English-language newspaper is out!

Friday is a big day here - the Atencion, the English-language newspaper - comes out today. Mary Alice and I took a walk into Centro, to the Jardin. On the way, we stopped by the Virgins, Saints and Angels office. I asked them what they were closing out, and I may have bought one or two things.

When we got to the Jardin, we bought a newspaper and some ice cream cones. The Jardin is sometimes called San Miguel's living room. Many Sanmiguelenses and visitors alike stop here some time during the day to sit and watch the town go by.

I haven't read the newspaper yet, but there was a teaser on the front page about many art openings this week. That should be fun to check out!

We have been making plans for the weekend. We are going to have people over both Saturday and Sunday for a casual meal and a swim. While one friend is leaving (boo!) another is arriving Sunday. Of course, both need to be honored. Plus, the kids love the water slide!

A New Take on Fast Food

While JJ and I were leaving Leon (late - so much to see!) we were stopped at a stoplight. A joven (teenager/youth) next to the car was selling mangoes. The windows were open, as the day was lovely, and JJ passed the boy 20 pesos and we received a huge plastic cup full of peeled and sliced mango pieces. A few blocks later we bought a few packets of the flat, brown-edged wafer cookies the same way. I don't know the name of those.

Leon, Spanish and Dining

A busy day yesterday - there is so much to do that sometimes the challenge in San Miguel is to remember to relax! Leon is an industrial city about 2 hours from San Miguel by car, and the shoe capital of Mexico. I decided that after 9 years of coming to this beautiful place, it was time to check out the shoes.

My friend JJ Anderson (the portrait and travel photographer) and I drove to Leon yesterday. Some people have expressed surprise that I drive in Mexico. Let me reiterate what I say to them. Guanajuato, our state, is very safe. I drive all over the place. I love exploring Mexico!

JJ was looking for skins. She found a couple that she really liked. In the process, we stopped at several shops. A couple of the shops sold exotic skins - wow! One can go and pick out the skins one wants, and then have some shoes or boots custom made. I saw caiman, ostrich and stingray skins, as well as a whole bunch of others I didn't recognize.

I'll have to make another trip to explore the goods that are already made. I saw a lot of those types of shops on the way out of town - too much to see and too little time!

Back in San Miguel - Chris, Mary Alice and I are continuing to work on our Spanish. We have a lovely and excellent tutor I have worked with for years. Her name is Elvira Sierra and I met her when I studied at the Instituto Allende years ago. I find that for me, speaking Spanish is NOT like riding a bicycle. I need to use it, or I lose it. I am having to re-learn the compound tenses (I had spoken, etc.).

Finally, out to dinner with my friends Ed and Sarah Clancey (Ed is the US Consul, Sarah is a totally cool artist/designer type) and Jody and Conor Feagan. I won't name the restaurant, because although the decor was stunning, the food was so-so. I'll post it if the kitchen improves.

Did I mention that sometimes it is tough to kick back? So much to do!

Hot Springs!

Yesterday, while my children were doing good works (as outlined in the last post) I took off for La Gruta, a natural hot spring a few miles out of town. The area around San Miguel is dotted with hot springs, and there are about half a dozen that are developed and open to the public. "Developed" is still pretty funky in Mexico, so each hot spring has its own personality and advantages.

La Gruta has several pools and a long, underground tunnel that leads to a man-made cavern lit only by sunlight through a small opening in the ceiling. The water in the cavern is quite warm, so one tends to cycle from the cavern (or grotto, thus La Gruta) out to the outdoor pools.

The pools and grotto are fed directly from the hot spring. Because of this, there are no chemicals in the water. In addition, La Gruta has a restaurant and bar, plus table service. Always handy!

I went to La Gruta with four friends. I mention them as they are typical of the very interesting friends I have made during my time in San Miguel. Jody Feagan is the founder and director of the San Miguel Writers' Workshops, co-founder of the San Miguel Literary Society and produced the play we went to see last weekend. Her teenage son, Conor, also came with us. Debra Ehrhardt is both writer and performer of the play, Jamaica, Farewell. Although I had only met Debra this past weekend, her Jamaican exhuberence was infectious. JJ Anderson is a professional portrait and travel photographer who has lived in Jamaica and is married to a Jamaican. As with my friends from my Bi-Cultural Evening post, I have met each of these four in San Miguel.

After we were thoroughly soaked and relaxed, it was back to San Miguel for comida, tennis, Spanish study and an evening out at our favorite bar, La Azotea. But that will have to be another post.

Work at the Casa de los Angeles

Brad, Chris and Mary Alice are volunteering each day at the Casa de los Angeles, a day care center for economically deprived children of single mothers. The children range from newborns to four year olds, and are absolutely adorable. My kids tell me that they are also very, very lively. Brad has learned a few words in Spanish. Caballo! Basta! No! (The caballo part is when he is playing with them. The basta and no is when they stick their shod feet into the sink, under the running water, when he is brushing their teeth in the morning.)

Brad and Chris are volunteering a total of 25 hours a week, mas or menos. Mary Alice goes about 15 hours per week, but may work more this week. As the summer goes by they may do some construction or repairs, but right now they are playing with the children only.

The center is wonderful because it treats all of its clientele, for want of a better word, with respect. Most of the mothers sell items on the street or in the markets. Although these children are economically poor, they arrive each day scrubbed and brushed - and full of energy!

A peaceful Sunday

Today was a peaceful day. I hauled the kids out of bed and we went to church. I am no proselytizer, but I will say that the Anglican church here in San Miguel is lovely. The priest, Michael Long, has been extremely helpful in connecting the kids with needs in the community.

Afterwards, I took the boys home (where they went back to sleep) and Mary Alice and I went out for the post-church treat. Not that I am trying to influence their spiritual development, but what's wrong with a little positive reinforcement? We went to a spot officially called something like Cafe San Agustin (I looked it up) but everyone just calls "Churros y Chocolate." The excellent, although sinful, part of this little restaurant is that if one orders a cup of hot chocolate it is accompanied by three fresh churros. Think doughnuts without all of the pesky healthy part. We ran into a casual friend, Jane, and met her friend, Ruth. We all ended up having brunch together.

Next, the family reassembled at home. We spent some quiet time reading, and then got to work and re-hung a lot of photos. It can be challenging to hang pictures on masonary walls, but my friends Ed and Sarah Clancy clued us in to a great system - drill a 1/4 inch hole, plug it with a dowel and put a picture hanger into the wood. Nothing like some virtuous work to make a lazy Sunday worthwhile.

Later, Mary Alice and I hung out on the outdoor sala while Brad and Chris wallowed in a movie fest. Although there are a lot of English-language stations available, my kids make do with the basic cable package. Sunday afternoon movies (in English, largely, but subtitled in Spanish) are a big treat.

Tomorrow it's back to the whirl of volunteering, tennis and Spanish study. What a lovely day!

Jamaica, Farewell

Last night we attended the one-woman play, Jamaica, Farewell at the Santa Ana Theater. The tiny theater is part of the Biblioteca Publica in San Miguel. It is a very intimate experience, as there are maybe 6 or 7 rows of seats in all.

It's a typical San Miguel experience - this sort of amazing thing happens all the time. Debra Ehrhardt is an award-winning actor and writer, and I was close enough to hit her with a spitwad. Not that I did, of course. Afterwards, I went to a private party and talked to her about her experiences getting out of Jamaica during its period of political unrest.

I took my kids (19, 15 and 10) to the play. One never knows how this will work out, but all of them enjoyed the play, too. The whole evening was fabulous.

While I was at the party, my two boys (19 and 15) went out to get a bite to eat. They ran into some other kids with whom they had done some volunteer work, and off they went for the rest of the night. Chris (15) came home with us around midnight, but Brad was out late. San Miguel is such a safe town that he can do that.

Only here!

A bi-cultural evening

We spent a lovely evening with my friend Sue and her family. Sue is a writer and spa owner I met here in San Miguel. (You can check out HER blog). She is married to Carlos Ortega, and they have two great girls, Carla and Sean. Anyway, they came over, and later Carlos' brother Hector, his wife and two adorable boys came over also.

The total of 7 kids had a blast sliding down the water slide into the swimming pool, while we adults hung out on the outdoor sala having a couple of cocktails. We grilled arrechera (yum!) and marinated chicken from the grocery store, plus threw together some nachos. Sue brought over some fabulous salty olives (something else to bring back to the US when we leave in August) and vegetable munchies. Later, we adults went up to the azotea, or rooftop terrace. The kids drifted up, and we all played a dice-rolling game. The evening was a mixture of English and Spanish speaking.

This evening highlights many of the things I love about San Miguel. We met every one of these people here in San Miguel. Sue and Carlos and their girls are bilingual, and the rest of us can converse in both languages. In my case not very elegantly, but I am still trying! The indigenous inhabitants are gracious and friendly in accepting those of us from north of the Rio Grande (or Rio Bravo, if you are here). My children are growing up in two different cultures, and becoming at ease in both of them.