Living in Guanajuato

[Manuela Thiess Garcia]

Experiences and thoughts about living in GTO

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Guanajuato: How privileged we feel to be living in this land - of tunneld mystery and open deserts, of nopales and pine trees, of culture and backwater communities, of scorpions and butterflies, of university students and the old conservative guarde, of the avant guarde and crucifixes, of thunderous downpours and days so dry your hair crackels, of kisses and misses, of nightlife and church bells, of reserved and skeptical locals and friendly neighbors, of pets and vets, of the what-if's and the not yet's.

Guanajuato: the valley of the forgotten frogs, the barking and hissing of feral cats and dogs, the chirping and the screeching of multitudes of birds, the drunken revelry of old friends singing in the quiet hours to wake the world to cammeraderie, the awkward moments of first encounters, the symbiosis of people and traffic weaving in and out of each other in languid design, the donkeys and cows claiming back the paved streets as their ancient right of ways, the rickety cart vendors, so far, still wearing their straw hats of old, the cobbled streets and newly paved highways, the ruins, the mines, the churches, the alondiga, and the history: ours now, to share with all that went before. We are thankful.