This is the story of a good-natured man of adventure named Juan Maximiliano Gonzalez Soria. We shall call him Max for short. Legend has it that Max left Guadalajara in the dead of night aboard the back of a fleet footed horse of unknown origin. His rather unplanned and hasty departure, some of his less kindly friends said, was somehow related to an angry father with a loaded shotgun, but that’s another story.
Max set out across the rugged expanse of Mexico, on his faithful steed, La Paz, riding for days and days until he encountered the great and foreboding expanse of the Baja desert. At this point in his journey, the overwhelming dryness of the desert had rendered our hero one pitifully parched man.
thumbhammock.JPG (9342 bytes)No one knows how Max got across the desert, or for that matter, how he ever made it into the Coachella valley and to the doorstep of Carmelita’s Cantina in the small border town of Coachella, where he had the very good fortune of a miraculous recovery. Some say that Max, a responsive man in his own right, was revived by the not-inconsiderable charms of Carmelita’s daughters. Others claim that Max was the benefactor of a particularly refreshing beer from the heart of Mexico called Corona. It is said that Carmelita herself administered this potent elixir with an ice-cold glass and a wedge of lime to bring a bit of life back to his lips.
Juan Maximiliano Gonzalez Soria never left Coachella. Instead, Max remained in this small border town where he could find his favorite ice cold beer on a daily basis and Properly thank the angels of mercy who saved his life.
