Mauricio Magaña

Just a bit of trivia concerning Mauricio Magaña, the gentleman with whom Rick and I rode out of 3 Señores stables. He is 33 years old and was born here in San Miguel de Allende to a landed family. A great animal lover. In addition to rescuing horses, he rescues dogs, which must be a daunting task in Mexico. But the guy cannot help himself. In fact a couple of times while we were riding, he spoke with villagers about their dogs a how they were treating them.

R and R

After that late night Friday--or more accurately, that early morning Saturday--Rick and I spent a lot of time sitting on our asses during the day Saturday.

Espressos at an uptown cafe.

The Corrida

In the Saddle Again

3 Señores Stables

"This Old Pair of Boots"

I composed this tune some months ago. Right out there on the patio. Rick backed me up on it late this afternoon on the very same spot. The fiddle is good on this one. I hope you enjoy it.

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This Old Pair of Boots from Stephen Brassawe on Vimeo.
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By the way, Mariana has confirmed that she will be going riding with us in the morning. Just thought I would pass that along for the benefit of Scott Wingert of rural Swisher, Iowa.

Villa Rides Again

This poster relates to the Mexican Revolution of 1910, which lasted about ten years. Exactly 100 years ago in other words. It has become a subject of fascination for me and, now to some extent, for Rick, too. We have had some discussions as whether or not, had we been around and had the chance, we would have signed on to ride with Pancho Villa. This involves deciding whether we could have best passed ourselves off as dynamiters or machine gunners or railroaders. A lot of things to chew over there.

"Wagon Wheel" for the Mexicans

Same old tune, but the Mexican gals keep asking for it. So what are you going to do? They cannot understand a word of course. But then again, I keep asking for Mexican tunes the words to which I do not entirely understand either.

Wagon Wheel for the Mexicans from Stephen Brassawe on Vimeo.

Palm Sunday

Plaza San Antonio is our plaza in our neighborhood, colonia San Antonio. It is a half a block up from the gate into my apartment complex. It did not dawn on either Rick or me when we arose this morning that this is Palm Sunday. We had intended to attend mass anyway but were thrown off by the switch to Daylight Savings Time here last night. So that was all out the window right away.