I had a vision, a vision
of San Miguel de Allende in a coming glorious period about twenty
years from now. Things will change, but they always do, and this
was one of those rarifying chances where things definitely changed
for the better. Come with me, and expand what your expectations
can be, and believe what I saw actually has a chance of happening.
It all started with solving the infrastructure problem of the vast
and unconnected campo. Logic finally stepped in with a revolutionary
new system of self-efficiency. No matter what the size or state
of the home of any person in Mexico, they will always have free
power. In the future the micronization of solar power technology
will allow forever-smaller surface areas needed for the panels.
The aspect of micronization is often over looked as being key for
big jumps in the advancement of us burros.
But there will also be an ingenious way to filter out the water
to a pure state with just tubing and steel drums. Using the Coriolis
Force within a system of tin or steel, the water swirls to exactly
39 degrees, a temperature where water drops all of its contaminants.
This is also connected to a basic black water system that also has
grown in advancement. So we basically get lights, sewage disposal,
and potable water cheap as dirt. While the price of technical components
drops with the glut of newer and even more fantasmical inventions
on the market, based on the soon to be out-of-patent Tesla technology.
It was amazing to watch the countryside re-bloom now that the poison
of what we used to call modern development has left the land. The
sources of the rivers were now clean, and lined the edges of the
storied Rivera de San Miguel. The sewer system came on line and
was a great success in reducing the more unpleasant smells from
key parts of the city.
Plus, the above systems were installed in colonias and other more
remote parts of town. And now the stunning sunsets of San Miguel
set afire solar panels on the side of the mountains, which in conjunction
with the hydroelectric dam, light the wonderland that San Miguel
has become.
The Centro Historico is now completely walking-only except for the
obvious necessary deliveries. Parking garages placed with care here
and there now house the cars of former San Miguel. Tourists are
shuttled in, and from there the option to travel by horse is once
again in play. The river path in town is almost more of an attraction
than the Jardín these days, because the entire route was
restored and improved upon until it rivaled its cousins in Monterrey
and San Antonio. A realistic walking path is now lined with riverside
cafes, all flanked with the clear sparking river now flowing like
a newfound artery into the heart of the city. The fireworks boats,
which ride the swell of water in September on El Grito, are quickly
becoming a legend in their infancy.
With the advancement in voice recognition came the famous talking
booths now found around the world. It was a babble fish, and now
allowed for more ease of travel, since it spoke every language on
record, with even Sumerian thrown in for good measure.
All cities are on a ultra broadband WiFi system, so when you ask
the booth in whatever language you desire where the El Chorro is,
because the El Chorro is downright pimping these days, it will even
show you a map with walking directions. And it will tell you how
to get there in your native tongue. And since it is all of the world
that comes to visit now, an English to Spanish dictionary will no
longer be its primary function.
And why do they come? Well, San Miguel is now a real honest to god
storybook town. With critical features of everyday life improved
by the coming leap in technology, the average standard of living
has improved dramatically. While no one is a lot richer, no one
is going hungry or cold on winter nights. With power and communication
costs cut to almost nothing, the Mexican economy boomed under this
new strata of the population, who for the first time now had a disposable
income. The same, unfortunately, cannot be said for those to the
North, who foolishly languished with their oil while the rest of
the world pressed the reset button.
So the people first all fixed and tricked out their homes. All through
San Miguel, and all other parts of Mexico, the homes dramatically
improved, but the old school artisan ways of San Miguel shown through
to levels that leave the whole world with their jaws hanging.
The addition of a rubbery layer between the road foundation and
the surface cobblestones have allowed not only for streets to last
for years as opposed to months, but have also allowed for the stone
layers to create elaborate works of mosaic art. And since only horses,
and the yearly bulls, traverse these streets, their works last the
test of time. The combined affect of the streets with the homes
creates the affect of being transported to the classic tranquil
colonial town of yore.
Though the street walk, instead of sidewalk, cafés are sometimes
the butt of some jokes, the Centro is now a bustle of activity,
with the local artisans making a killing on their traditional works
of art and design. But even it and the Rivera have to compete with
what now lies just outside of town. Though there is a movie studio
with all its joys, I saw in my vision a wondrous water park on the
Presa Allende, now a clean blue lake upon which so much fun was
being had.
Since all the sources to the lake had been cleansed, the pesticides,
wastes and such now but a fading bad memory, the lake was restored
in a titanic effort. Now the city enjoyed a natural treasure in
addition to all it had to offer before. Docks and piers with restaurants
and nightlife now line parts of the shore, while other parts have
been declared a public park. From all around they come to swim in
the clear waters of this ancient crater lake, well that, and the
extremely fun water park built right on its waters.
I saw the water park in the last part of my vision. All the slides
looked extremely fun, and I noticed the tube rides emptied out right
into the lake. But I cruised on by because I was doing the one thing
that made me happiest in the world. I was on my daily water-ski
ride around the lake, which I will be doing often if this vision
ever becomes reality. |
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