When I was in Celaya, my tío Timio told me about how all his brothers studied at the Montezuma Seminary in New Mexico. Tío Timio was the only brother not to attend the seminary. My father was at the Montezuma Seminary for eleven years. My father wanted to become a priest, but they advised him to go back home to Celaya for a while. They told him to get to know the world before he made a final decision. So he returned to Celaya and while there he met my mother. Needless to say, my father never became a priest. Pues, como quien dice, en Celaya, se la halla.