We have lived in our lovely rental house out in the country side of San Miguel de Allende for 3 years and always breathed a grateful sigh when we walked in the door to a house filled with light, 2 bedrooms suites and 2 separate art studios and a big kitchen. The location and services left much to be desired, but the house was almost reward enough for all the inconveniences. We were seriously considering signing another 3 year lease; then Easter Sunday night, my daughter walked out our front door to get a better cell phone signal (we have no land line) and she was attacked by 2 men, one woman and a couple of dogs. She survived with many bruises and a broken blood vessel in her eye, but our puppy who was with her, suffered deep bites from the attack dogs.
That settled it. We can no longer live in this area. We called the police and our community guard; neither responded.
So now we are on a mission to find our next rental house and are seeing parts of San Miguel we didn't know existed. It has grown more than I had imagined.
99% of friends and people we do not know personally responded with offers of help,and offers of safe places to stay until we can move. It has been deeply touching. Of course there are always others who blame the victims.
But now I look around and think about packing all our our stuff. Just our 2 studios will take days. I walk in my studio, thinking about where to start and I walk out...
Take a look at what confronts me - and this is just my studio, not my daughter's.
