
As a horse-crazy girl growing up in Southern California, I never would have imagined that one day I would ride in The Blessing of The Horses in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato Mexico! Participating in such a grand, once-in-a-lifetime event has indeed left an undeniable mark in my heart of joy and gratitude.
Spending my weekends at the barn and my summers at Rawhide Ranch, mucking out stalls and refining my lassoing and barrel racing techniques was a grounding anchor of a dynamic childhood.
“Pigtailed Cowgirl” was my go-to Halloween costume, complete with a Western-brimmed hat, boots and the biggest belt buckle my jeans could support.
Barbies and dolls never held my interest. Showing hunter jumpers during the school year and spending my summers working hard and getting dirty at a dude ranch was my idea of a good time.
Studies, travel, my career, and various other life ambitions took me away from horses until 2014 when I moved to central Mexico with my family.
A Cowgirl’s Dream
Thanks to my lucky shamrocks I had the opportunity to participate in the ultimate equine experience of my life–The Blessing of The Horses–an annual central Mexico pilgrimage that convenes at The Parroquía of San Miguel de Allende.
While my emergency spinal surgery one year later was a success and I was thankfully not sentenced to a wheelchair for the rest of my earthly existence, little did I know that this ride would be my last.
Heading out atop Guerrero (Warrior), a 17-hand black Friesian horse, into the desert plains of central Guanajuato,

traversing the trails and sometimes no trails at all, we met up with many other groups of riders from the surrounding communities on our way to El Jardín, the town center of San Miguel de Allende.

Watch Out for The Tree!
I was so mesmerized by the totality of the experience that I did not notice the low-lying tree branch just inches in front of my head. With no time to duck, it ripped my hat right off and brought it tumbling down to the muddy ground below. Fortunately, it landed to the side of the puddle, and even better than that, the spikey branch spared my face. One of the cowboys riding next to me was gracious enough to hop off his horse and retrieve it for me. Gracias, muchas gracias.
Upon rounding the corner of the train tracks, I was greeted by the sight of hundreds of riders that had all joined together, some who had made the trek from bordering cities and states, for the procession up Canal Street into the main plaza.

I was one of a very small handful of female riders in a sea of cowboys and my face hurt by the day’s end from all of the ear-to-ear smiling!
I know my Grandpa Joe was smiling down from heaven, seeing his granddaughter out there in Central Mexico, atop this extraordinary, high-stepping, magnificent horse riding into a 16th-century colonial town amidst hundreds of cowboys and spectators, living my best life, in Spanish, in Mexico!

¡Viva Santo San Martin!
The procession didn’t begin without first a cleansing downpour from the high-desert sky, adding another element of surprise and adventure to the ride. Within moments of the first drops, all of the horses did a 180-degree turn around to position their hindquarters to the rain and thus shelter their faces as much as possible. Quite a sight amongst so many horses!

One of the more senior cowboys performed the honorary task of charging up and down the cobblestone street, shouting“Viva Jesus Cristo, Viva Santo San Martin!”. The parade officially commenced and in groups of two and three, we made our way up to the Jardín, passing by hundreds of waving, smiling spectators to the base of The Parroquía where a full Catholic mass was given to bless the horses and their riders.
El Centro was filled with flower-adorned arches and papel picado strung from the buildings. Riding through this tunnel of color, celebration and tradition was an honor for this 45-year-old California Cowgirl in Mexico!

Blessing of The Horses & Riders
Arriving at The Parroquía, hats were removed and heads bowed down to receive the blessings from the high priest.

There are experiences in one’s life that have the power to change who you are—to impact you in such a profound way that you see the world around you differently, with more depth and perspective. This was one of those times for me.
Thank you, Guerrero, The Gentle Warrior, for being my grand, majestic, safe companion and guide for the day. Thank you Mario and Rodo for your protection and navigation along the ride…an experience and a day I will never ever forget!
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Great story and great pics. I especially love the shots of the countryside outside of town. Gloriously beauty that most NOB Americans don’t even realize exists.
Thanks for sharing the post with us.
Hi Randy,
I would agree. When lots of folks NOB think of Mexico, they likely don’t imagine parts of it so glorious as what we have here. I am often in awe, humbled and so grateful that I get to experience this with my family. Our occasional trips back to the States really emphasize what a remarkable life we are living…differences so grand and so present in the ‘vibra’ in the air that you have to see/live it yourself to “get it”.
Cheers,
Katie
love it! such great visuals, too! looking forward to El dia de los muertos reporting! love you
Hi Monnica!
Glad you enjoyed the post!
Will have a lot to report on the Día de Los Muertos Celebration! The town is ALIVE with festivities! I posted a video from last night on my Los O’Gradys in Mexico Facebook page. More to come!
xx
Katie
Thanks for sharing, Katie. Wonderful experience.
Thanks for reading, Mikel!
It was indeed an incredible event!
Saludos,
Katie
Hello-
Really enjoyed reading about the blessing of the Horses.
Is the ceremony every year on the same day?
I am moving to Mexico in October, and would love to attend.
Kindly-
Suzanne
Hi SuZanne!
I’m not sure if it is on the same day but pretty sure it is a yearly event.
Perhaps
would know.
If you have the opportunity, go for it!
You won’t be disappointed!
Kind Regards,
Katie 🙂
Thank you for your great article. I would love to attend riding with you and the group for the 2019 ‘Blessing if the Horses’
Can you let me know the dates for next year and if we could put together a group of female riders to participate!? I live in California and have also lived in Mexico but never heard of this wonderful event
Regards,
Paddy Douglas
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Hi Paddy!
I am no longer in SMA but have sent a message to Coyote Canyon Adventures on your behalf to see if this is an excursion that they provide and if not, if they can put us in contact with an entity that does. If the opportunity presents itself, I say GO FOR IT as it is a life-changing experience for sure!
Saludos,
Katie 🙂