Word Pictures

This morning I went with CIEE to San Miguel de Allende to get some migration paperwork out of the way. I spent the entire bus ride looking out the window at the countryside. Guanajuato state has a lot to offer, but unfortunately I have no pictures. I'll have to do my best to describe it with words.

The early morning sun glows through the mist shrouding the mountains. The peaks are invisible giving them an eerie appearance. As the light increases, some mountains are revealed to be covered in short trees while others are bare and have rock-face peeking through. Some are rolling and safe while others are sharp and foreboding.

In the valleys, the trees and bushes are slowly revealed by the morning light. Everything is very green - the grass, the trees, the nopales (cactus). Random patches of wildflowers show pink and yellow and white, waving in the slight breeze. Cornstalks mingle with sunflowers. Herds of cattle meander throughout the valley grazing and mocking the horses limited to a single spot of grass. Dirt roads, hardly plentiful than the shallow rivers, lead off into the distance ending in homes, haciendas, rancheros.

There is an occasional pueblo with small, run-down homes and the typical large church, but many homes are isolated on the edges of the corn fields. As we drive past, we see people washing clothes, repairing walls, walking to the fields. Do they still see and love the beauty that surrounds them? Or are they so accustomed to it that they no longer notice? Maybe that beauty makes their day just a little better when the hardships get to be too much to handle. Maybe they take comfort that those mountains will remain long past their human existence.