I grew up in a small town in Georgia where I believe it is realistic to say that a good majority of the people who lived there were related to me. My mother came from a family of seven and each of those seven married and made their own large families. Consequently I had 35+ first cousins most of whom lived within close proximity. We had the usual family reunions, attended the same small church, and had the typical small town social life.
|Up the mountain|
|The Priest arrives|
It wasn't really necessary for me to understand specifically what was being said because the language of family, friends, and faith was spoken that day. Small children were taken to the front by their parents to be blessed, middle aged children were likewise blessed and sang their songs of faith, and then honors were given to the saintly image with both word and with song.
|The land owner|
|The band under the tree|
The owner of the property was an 80 year old man who told me that he had come from a large family of mostly brothers and that the people who were there were his relatives in some form or another. He gave me a brief tour of his meager home and ranch before I drove away with an invitation to visit anytime.
|boy with Grandfather|
I like to think that my experiences with the Mexicans here are the standard and not the exception to the rule. Yes, there is small time crime here mostly petty theft and those crimes are like always committed by just a few. No place is exempt from some of this and I can honestly say that I feel safer in this town than I do in many places in the states. I get the sense that the low crime rate here is perpetuated by the simple lifestyle and the lack of need for frivolous "things" that Americans get caught up in. Food, water, shelter, beautiful weather, and family...what else could you want?
I appreciate the people of Pescadero for showing me the simple way of life and happiness again. Throughout the years of growing up and living in the United States I forgot the way of life of my Grandparents and their Grandparents before them. Life has become fast and competitive and success is measured on a whole new scale.
Over the past three years I have lived with the presence of serious illness hanging over someone that I love very much. Being the caregiver I have had to examine every detail of our lives to find a place of physical and mental healing. I brought this special person with me here to Pescadero because of the simple people and simple lifestyle that is prevalent. I believe that healing can only take place when one is surrounded by peace and tranquility. I know of no other place that offers us the hope of healing and miracles as much as the small town of Pescadero. As I end this post today I hope that all of you are lucky enough to find your own place of healing, miracles, and a simple life.
From sunny Pescadero, Baja California Sur...Adios.