The Dirty Footprints of Magical Realism

Me and my friend, Maria were having a marvelous conversation over just who – that is if there is a who – just might be the father of magical realism. Bye the bye, Maria lives in Sayula and there also lives [part-time] in beautiful hotel that has Juan Rulfo – his writing and photography –… Continue reading The Dirty Footprints of Magical Realism

Sayula – The Latest Convergence

I experienced a small but decidedly noticeable shift in reality perception these past few days. And one of the reasons for this was due to the total submersion in an new environment which I didn’t poison by diluting the experience with contextually irrelevant nonrealities like world news or American politics. When my hotel – La… Continue reading Sayula – The Latest Convergence

Sayula Las Animas

Amazingly on this trip I discovered a secret. I discovered what appears to be the reason or idea behind las animas, the spirits. Interestingly enough the spirits are not the product of catholic syncretism nor are they necessarily the product of pre-Hispanic culture (although las animas quite probably existed then). And the spirits are not… Continue reading Sayula Las Animas