From time, to time, now, and again I dream of being in the road to Santiago, last night I was in a terrace above the jungle canopy in the North side of the river, as I descended to the banks my two brothers where there also, my eldest brother, let loose a boat in the shape of an old Cadillac, and floated down the current, my youngest brother after a moment hesitation dived in to the swell, myself running after them, after descending from the top of the terrace above the canopy of the tall trees, jumped and swim after them, the current was strong but the water was beautifully blue, and clear, I woke up as I climbed in to the boat to join my brothers…
Last time I was in the Crucero at Penitas was in 2006 I arrived there from Tepic 40 miles South, as a child my trips there were usually from North to South, the local farm communities had exploded all around, leaving no forest to talk about, but countless fields of beans, cane sugar, and Tobacco, at the time of my trip you couldn’t see anything but beans which surprised me. Having left the town of Santiago that is a few miles off the Panamericana road, still a little sad after seeing the old house of Grandmother abandoned, it was around 3:00 P.M. and in order for me to proceed on my way North I needed to board a bus at the Crucero in Penitas, so I shared a ride in a taxi minivan, in Mexico a very common way of transportation that link many small caserios, (little farm villages) ranches, and small towns, sharing the ride make it very cheap a dollar, or two, but as the minivan proceeded North through a new road a little bit of anxiety took hold of me, at not following the old road, but since I could see in the distance Coamiles Hill and our general direction was towards it decided not to make any comment, realizing just by the view of the fields, and the caserios many things have changed since 1984 the last time I passed briefly through the region.
“There is no money to be made here that is why!”
Amapa Amarilla Santiago
Santiago Ixcuintla Plaza and Mayor palace