We have always looked to our travels as a source of inspiration and creative growth because it is on the road that we are renewed. After years of travel, however, we began to think how nice it might be to have some familiar things while we are away — our tools, materials and books. So we tucked away a little fantasy that someday we might have a house in Greece and that the perfect life might include a couple of months a year there. We never imagined that our fantasy would come true south of the border.

We discovered San Miguel de Allende quite by chance ten years ago while searching for quarried stone. San Miguel is a 450-year-old Spanish-colonial town in the heart of Mexico, the Central Highlands. It is rich in ancient churches, cobblestone streets and crumbling walls cloaked by flowing vines. On one hand, San Miguel is a vision of Mexico stopped in time, with its ancient cultures and traditions almost untouched. On the other hand, it has become a center for contemporary arts and culture.

After that first visit, we have vacationed in San Miguel many times. On one trip, chance led us to a real estate agent. We had no interest in buying property but thought it would be entertaining to spend the afternoon with someone who could get us past the mysterious walls that conceal so much. The agent showed us many interesting properties, and we had a wonderful time speculating about each.

When we saw the last property, a precious, tiny ruin, something captured our hearts and would not let go. We were confused and intrigued. This place seemed to be an opportunity that we could not pass up.

Honoring the original house

Conscious that we would be foreigners barging into a neighborhood where families had lived for generations, we met with the neighbors and asked if they minded our buying the property. They gave us their blessing and encouraged us to buy the house.

That was a good sign, but we tried to remain rational about our impulses. All indications were that construction would probably be a nightmare, as it is for so many who build in Mexico. Everything is different. The culture, materials, construction methods, language — all are different. But somehow we could not focus on the negatives. After trying our best to rationalize ourselves out of it, we bought our little ruin.

We started with a crumbling adobe wall with a beautiful old door. It led to remnants of buildings on a piece of land that measures a mere 37 ft. by 52 ft. Out of respect for the history of the site, we kept everything there in one form or another. The entry door remains exactly as we found it. The wall it enters needed repair, so we had the wall reinforced with concrete to carry the new roof and the second floor.

The footprint of the old house can be found in the new one. For example, the footprint of the outhouse is incorporated into the new master bath, and the storage shed, refurbished with a new foundation and roof tiles, became a studio.