We arrived in Queretaro around 9:00pm on Monday night, beautifully lit with sweeping views from the Campamiento and Marques district on top of the hill. We visited briefly with Mauricio’s parents, David and Tina, but retired soon thereafter with hardly two pages read in our novels. I’m reading Finding Mercie, and tender LDS novel written by Blaine M. Yorgason, and Susie is finally finishing up the eco-terrorist thriller, Wet Desert, by Gary Hensen, which dramatizes the destruction of Glen Canyon Dam and the effects of the sudden dumping of Lake Powell upon the downstream canyons and dams along the Colorado River.
David Saltiel Aelion is my mother’s youngest Saltiel cousin, 8 years her junior. Currently bedridden, too sick to eat from taking Interferon for his Hepatitis-C, he has lost a lot of weight. Two months into a year-long treatment, he’s depressed and uncertain whether the cure is worth the cost. He feels miserable, and feels like it’s killing him. He was better off before he started this treatment.
His wife, Tina Gomez de Saltiel, is so friendly and easy to talk to, that we shared a lot of information about our lives. I told her about how my first wife was barren but became fertile after I gave her a priesthood blessing. I learned how they met when she was very young (15) and he was ten years older, became best friends, and how she studied Judaism, converted to Judaism from Catholicism, and was accepted into the Jewish community. What a contrast to David’s older brother, Salvador (Chavo), who married a Catholic, Aurora Miranda (Lily’s parents), and followed her path, raising their children as Catholics.
Arising early on Wednesday, we chatted a lot with Tina, looked at family albums, confirmed their recent genealogical data, then packed up for a day of touring with Mauricio. Starting with the aqueduct that runs to the former convent, we learned how the Marquis funded the aqueduct to show his love for his 15 year-old niece who didn’t return his affections and sequestered herself in the nunnery.