Friday, Sept. 25, 2015
It’s been a very exhilarating morning to say the least. My little family ventured out on our own from Guadalajara to Purepero, Michoacan. I can’t say I was scared but I was a little cautious as we drove to the little pueblo. I had driven through Mexico so many times as a kid and never feeling afraid. My dad was with us all the time and trusted he would take care of us. This time it was different. I was now a mother. I had little ones I needed to protect if anything went wrong. I was now their protector and my husband and myself had taken the role my parents had at one time traveling through the land. Once we exited the city, the scenery began to change. It became greener. There were corn fields for miles. It was such an awesome sight. Every so often the green land fields would be sun kissed with a variety of colors. Sometimes you could see burnt-orange specks that would flow like waves over the tall grass. Other times there were hints of purple peeking through the brush as the rays from the sun peeked through the thick brush. Such a beautiful sight that only my eyes could capture.
Our ride to Purepero was so fun. I would turn back to look at my kids and my heart would warm up. We stopped at a little store to buy some “chatarra” for the road. They went crazy buying bread, chips, and drinks. Our bellies were full the entire way. I was able to tell stories I had from my visits as a child. They asked questions about the area. They were wide-eyed until the sweet sound of music, the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the landscape cradled them to sleep.
2 hours later we had reached the outskirts of Purepero. The surrounding became familiar. The sporadic clouds began to get bigger, crisp and low. The sky was getting bluer and the smell of a distant fire had reached my nostrils. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply as the lost memory of the land rekindled the love of this place long forgotten. The town’s entry was no longer the same and we were confused how to enter. But soon enough we saw the old familiar road that led right to the center of town, the plaza. Driving in I remembered how I thought there might be a small chance I would never return because of the rumors of the craziness going on in Mexico. But there I was, driving through the narrow streets just big enough for one car. The familiar adobe walls of the plaza stores I frequently visited on my stays, were all still there. But I’ve been told that it no longer looks the same once I walk into the inner courts. That’s my mission for tomorrow, to check out the area and the changes time has made.
Once I drove past the plaza area I finally headed up to my Great-Uncle’s house. The street and the outside of the houses still looked the same. I was happy about that. We parked and the kids and I looked around to take it in. We began to walk up the street. I was feeling it. It felt good and normal. And just like old times, a head peeked out of the house I had always stayed at. Except this time it wasn’t my Great-Aunt greeting us with a big smile, it was her youngest sister. It felt a bit strange at first but she was so warm in her welcome that the strange feelings quickly faded. It was the new generation greeting us now. But the old generation’s warmth was still there. I walked in and everything looked like it did every time I visited. Everything appeared to be the same but deep inside I knew it wouldn’t be. Then I stepped into the back and was a bit in shock to see that a lot of the property was knocked down and a new edification had taken place. The old room, bathroom and part of the kitchen had been replaced with brick walls. The same or not, I was where I wanted to be. I headed to the back in hopes to see the familiar. I was on a mission to reconnect to an old tree that had been in the back since I could remember. It always brought back so many wonderful memories. I knew that it would be the perfect place to do some writing and soul searching…