Central America | Mexico | Central Mexico | Guanajuato | San Miguel de Allende – Stupid Diego Rivera Museum

Central America | Mexico | Central Mexico | Guanajuato | San Miguel de Allende – Stupid Diego Rivera Museum

01.12.05    8:00AM
Very strange. Yesterday I came up to the plaza at fifteen after eight and it was completely empty. No cars, no tourists, no white people. Today I got here fifteen minutes earlier, and there are twice as many people out. I don’t know why that is. The sweeping ritual is in full swing. They have got most of the plaza done and some of the shops are finished. I got up earlier yet today because I need to make some huge decision and carry them out. It is a little odd writing about them because I think I already know the answers, I just wanted to get them out before I execute something I don’t want to do. The plan is to leave San Miguel de Allende today and head south and east out towards the Gulf of Mexico to Jalpa. I think the Mexican spell it Xalpa. Here is the dilemma. Actually it is a three way dilemma. First should I leave at all. Second, if I am going back to school, I need to go north today. Third, if I am not going back to school than do I need to be in a hurry to leave here at all. I guess the first and the third were the same thing. Let me explain where I am at. I have been trying to get to that stupid Diego River Museum for like three or four days now. Why? I don’t know. I don’t really know his work all that much. I read a little about it in Sue McKiernan’s class. Other than that, I know that he got in a tiff with the Rockefellers and that he was a Socialist. In fact, I’m not really sure I even know he was a Socialist. So I drive an hour or two away to get to this place and it ended up being a total bust. It was three floors with no elevator and the only floor we could get to was the first floor with a bunch of old furniture. It was like going to George Washington’s house when I was a kid. Mom would drag me from room to room and I would be miserable, waiting for the minute to get back in the car and drive for endless hours. Plus it wasn’t even like it was his home. It was his grandparents house, and he only lived there until he was nine. The paintings were all upstairs, and I couldn’t see any of them. I bought a poster which is already bent up. Anyway, getting there was pretty cool. We went through a mountain range and the city that we went to Jualapa, is the state capitol, and it had roads built in old creek beds and that ran in an intricate tunnel system underneath the city. That part was super cool. I had no idea where I was, or where I was going at any point in time, the entire time. So anyway, back to that thing about leaving. I guess I should touch on the idea of whether or not I am going back to class. I should, I know. However, I don’t see myself driving this far south any time ever again, and I don’t think I should stop. I tried to weigh this one out last night.
Ahhhh! Here comes the sun .
I said that I should give myself one good reason as to continue on. I came up with two. One that I’m only as far as Mexico, and that isn’t really that great of an adventure. That one didn’t fly, because I had written a story about traveling to the mailbox at the end of the street and what an adventure that could sometimes be. The second was that I saw a license plate from Michigan. In fact there have been a lot of people from the Midwest here. The Michigan plate was no big deal, but then I saw one from Vermont. They had traveled further than me. I was forced to press on. Anyway, so if my decision is to unwisely take the semester off and continue traveling, then do I really need to leave San Miguel de Allende today? I don’t really think so, but I guess I probably should. I’ve made some friends here and I plan on making more. It is an interesting little town. The finest I have seen in Mexico thus far. I’ve met some interesting personalities, and I am sure there are many more to root out. At the same time, well, I like Ohio also. I’m sure I don’t know everyone in Medina, and that if I wanted to I could root out some more interesting personalities there also. The goal is to do a little traveling. I will stop here on the way back to Medina. Luis said yesterday that he was going to miss me and that if I come back I could stay at his house. I think he has been more active in these past few days than he has in the past few weeks. I don’t know how much he gets out, but I think we really learned a lot from each other. There is this stray dog that I have been trying to get the attention of this whole week. He only looks at other dogs. I see him all over the city. Getting into the trash and running around. He is actually a really cool dog. But this morning he had decided to come and take a nap right in front of me. He’s curled up into a little ball. Not looking very much like the wild street dog that he is. I don’t think I have written anything about the dogs here. There are dogs running wild all over the place. I’ve taken special notice of this one because I have seen him so many times. I think I’ll call him Bert. No, Bert is a horrible name for him. He is a wild man, a street dog. I’ll call him Senior Bert. He is yellow and white, spotted like a dairy cow is spotted black and white. He has no collar and is dirty through and through. He looks like I did when I was young and on tour with the Dead. Not this summer’s tour, back when the Dead were something. The bells are ringing, it is time for the children to start school. It is also time for me to get back to school. But not the school that happens in a classroom, the school that happens on an open highway, or the winding hairpins of a mountain shortcut. No, I’m not going back to Medina today, but instead will be back there in a few months. Maybe March or April or May or June.

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