Sunday a Mexican family drove up in front of the Parroquia (in San Miguel De Allende) in a brand new big American car, got out leaving all doors open, opened the trunk and hood. A priest came out and shook a stick (for want of Catholic terminology) dipped in what must have been holy water --in every open door and in the trunk and under the hood. Then the family got in and drove off.
A little later two cowboys rode up and dismounted in front of the Parroquia. One went inside carrying his quirt. Meanwhile the horses decided to park themselves by putting their front hooves up on the curb. Pretty soon the guy came out and they rode off.
I'm trying to read all the books you listed in the PG and Travel Letters. Can you imagine the SMA library without Unknown Mexico? I read the first volume in Tucson and did find Judas at the Jockey Club (enjoyed it) and am now in the middle of the Heart of the Sky. Of course I read I Rigoberta Menchu, although its as disturbing to read as is Heart of the Sky.