It was a fun week with the sisters, but our time was spent and it was time to say Hasta to San Miguel. Who knows what our next adventure may be?!?! Until then, I'll see you all on facebook. :-) Thank for sharing my journey.
Much love,
~ Nancy
You don't see a lot of evidence of poverty in San Miguel - not in comparison to many of the cities and towns in this country. What you do see are the ancianas - the old people. Years ago when I studied Spanish down here my teacher, Socorro, told me this: "When I see the old women on the street begging I always give them a few coins because they they have no family to care for them." Ever since she told me that I try to do the same......Just as an aside Los Milagros means - The Miracles. I bet this old woman could use one in her life.
The patron saint of Mexico is the Virgin ofGuadalupe. It is said that she miraculously appeared in theyear 1531 in Guadalupe to a poor Indian man named Juan Diego. Her message is of love and compassion to protect all mankind. The Virgin asked Juan Diego if he would ask the bishop to build a church at the hill at Tepeyac in her honor for all to worship, especially the Indians. Juan Diego went to the bishop just as he had promised the Virgin. At first the bishop did not believe Juan Diego's story, but after several appearances, Mary told Juan Diego she would give him a sign to take to the bishop so that he would believe. She told Juan Diego to climb to the top of the hill where he would see beautiful roses blooming among the cactus. He carried the roses in his tilma (a poor quality cactus-cloth) as instructed by the Virgin and did not show them to anyone. When he arrived at the door of the bishop's house, the guards refused to allow him to enter without opening the tilma. As Juan Diego opened his tilma slightly to show the roses, the roses became a part of the fabric. The guards let Juan Diego inside to see the Bishop. When the tilma was opened, everyone including the bishop fell to their knees in awe to see such a lovely picture of the Virgin in the fabric.
The world is not yet exhausted; let me see something tomorrow
which I never saw before. ~ Samuel Johnson