Archive for December, 2009

Christmas Eve Eve

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009
Fish Tacos & Cerveza Michelada

Fish Tacos & Cerveza Michelada

So, on the day before Christmas Eve, things are getting pretty crazy in SMA. I hear there aren’t as many tourists from the US as usual, but their are plenty of Mexican tourists to make up for that.

One cab driver explained: Mexico is the fiesta capital of the world, and San Miguel is the fiesta capital of Mexico. So evidently, when one wants to party, this is the place to be.

What that means to me is that I’m not getting a whole lot of sleep, and there are very few unoccupied taxis, which I never would have believed even a week ago. The green & white taxis are ubiquitous. But right now, they’re mostly full.

So I walked (yes, walked!) to downtown, met amiga P & we walked to a fish taco place for lunch. It had been highly recommended & rightly so. The fish was fried in a batter that rivaled tempura, and it was served w/salsa fresca & some creamy green sauce, instead of cilantro/cabbage slaw.

I first tried cerveza michelada a few days ago in Guanajuato. Considering that I’m not really a beer drinker, there isn’t anything much better after working up a sweat walking all over town. It’s a beer, but served with a glass with about 2 oz of a sauce that contains: Worc sauce, tabasco, lime juice and in this case, soy sauce. Really, really good.

It’s fun to see all the families coming to town for the holiday. There are helado (ice cream) stands popping up all over, with flavors like Rose Petal, among others. And the guys with towers of balloons. You wouldn’t even believe the pinatas. (I saw one of a llama today, and may have to go back for it, even though it won’t fit in a suitcase.)

There are fruit & veggie stands all over with mountains of tangerines, oranges & boiled peanuts. In my little n’hood (San Rafael), the women hobble up the hill with huge sacks of produce, getting ready for what must be incredible meals, and every little tortilla factory is running at full capacity.  Other women, from the country, set up impromptu stands with moss & poinsettias on the sidewalks & sit there all day with their children.

Organics in San Miguel

Monday, December 21st, 2009
Via Organica Store & Cafe, San Miguel

Via Organica Store & Cafe, San Miguel

“A small group of thoughtful people could change the world. Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.”- Margaret Mead

Keeping in mind that San Miguel is referred to in Pt Townsend as “Pt Townsend, South,” it’s no great surprise that when I finally got to see the film Food, Inc ,  it was at the Biblioteca here. I saw it w/my yoga buddies Paul & Typhoo from Ottawa, and also (although I didn’t know until later) a retired Baptist minister & his wife, from AL. (This is the sort of Baptist minister who delivers learned talks to the Unitarian Universalists, so that’s a whole ‘nother story)

Anyway, my thoughts were AGAIN: “Preaching to the choir.” Yes, it’s a good film. And it covers a lot of the points we already know (Monsanto is Satan, right, right) and adds a few new ones (I did not know that Walmart is refusing to carry dairy w/rGBH. Which is a good thing- but I still won’t shop there.)

BUT… who is talking to the “Good Housekeeping” set? That’s what makes me crazy. Someone needs to make this information both accessible and acceptable to the average Joan in the US. Until then, we’re just talking to ourselves, and nothing much will change.

Yes, I agree w/the Margaret Mead quote. But someone needs to get the word out.

That said, there is an organic movement in San Miguel! Paul & Typhoo led Polly & me (all yoga norteamericanos) to Via Organica, a cafe/health food store in San Miguel. I believe it’s owned by these folks, the Via Organica farm, who are also sponsors of the Writers’ Conference that is bringing Barbara Kingsolver to town.

So, evidently, the small group of thoughtful people is gathering.

Oh, and more photos added.

I’m trying to do something new every day. Today I ate green chickpeas, steamed w/chile (kind of like edamames) and walked all the way from Centro to mi casita (It’s all downhill, sure, but it’s kind of like a steeplechase, as well.)

TGIF #11

Friday, December 18th, 2009

Sorry, mijos, I’m posting this late.

After a quiet day @ the casita, I made up for it by going to:

  1. Yoga @ Belles Artes (a former convent)
  2. Lunch w/new chica/amiga Polly, from Orcas (I know, can you believe it?)
  3. Hanging out @ Centro, reading Atencion & planning next week
  4. Cine- Food, Inc w/Yoga friends from Ottawa Ty-phoo & Paul from Ottawa

Home again, to eat avocados, queso ranchero & several Cuba libres (doing my share for democracy)

  1. Sorry, this is the state of my spiritual health @the moment.
  2. For Vegan-boy
  3. Another for Vegan-boy- my favorite L33+ H4XR
  4. Coffee madness
  5. OK this is too weird

Tomorrow, the plan is to go to Guanajuato.  I have my alarm set…

A Quiet Day

Thursday, December 17th, 2009
Christmas Market Poinsettias

Christmas Market Poinsettias

Well, as Brad O. pointed out in the comment from yesterday, quite a bit of my time in SMA is spent tearing around town ingesting stimulants.

Which might explain why some days I just hang around the casita, catching up w/myself. I’d planned to do the tour of the botanical garden here- El Charco del Ingenio. But it was cold & rainy (well, ok, relatively cold. And it was raining.) And the tour is every Tues & Thurs, so I can do it another day.

If I can’t take a break now & then, I may as well be one more crazy Yanqui, working myself to death.

So today was devoted to domesticity- cleaning the casita, airing the linens, moseying down the street to the tiendita for supplies. On the way, I stopped at the little carnita stand that’s been tempting me daily. They have huge hunks of roasted pork, and just carve off a hunk. They also sell manteca (lard) so I guess this is a full-scale operation.

It is really, really good roast pork. I ate several pieces as soon as I got it home, and then made some tacos w/fresh tortillas, guac & some really good salsa. Followed by a screwdriver made w/fresh-squeezed OJ, listening to Jack Johnson & reading Jimmy Buffett.

Took a nap listening to the little “NY birds.” That’s how I think of them. I’ve never seen them, but their conversation goes: Shaddup! Scat, Scat! What? Shaddup!

Tomorrow will most likely involve yoga & a showing of Food, Inc @ the Biblioteca. Unless I play hooky again. Hasta luego!