Scarier than the Arellano Felix gang…

Forget Emos, Punketos, Gothicos… let alone the Sinaloa cartel. Though I’ve been around all of them, they never attempted to drag me into their perverted lifestyles. Not sure I can say that about the very scary “Gangs of San Miguel de Allende”

No one told me about the Gangs of San Miguel. You think you are going to visit a quaint, parochial Mexican town in the mountains. But sit for a few minutes in the Jardin and you are soon surrounding by middle aged American Gangs demanding your attention. Something bad happens in San Miguel when Americans come here. Some people call it ‘reinventing’ yourself. Some people call it ‘magic’. Some people call it ‘finding yourself’. Some people call it ‘opening your heart’. It doesn’t matter what it is called it is downright scary. They swarm the Jardin daily in their little Gangs trying to get you to join. They set up tables to recruit you. They try to get you to go on walks and house tours. They put on concerts and art shows. They corner you on park benches and at happy hours. They send their dogs after you. They have places called Bienes Raices where stretched women and pretty men entice you to see “gated communities” where some gang members live. I have been instructed to lock my bedroom door at nights because “they” will get you in the night. Be warned if you come.