The plan for the day was to attend the Sat morning market, the “ecologiatianguissanka”, a charming littlebazzar composed of local artist making hand crafted items, many from recycled materials and organic foods that are usually served on a banana leaf. I found several things I liked, but settled on a Christmas decoration for one of y daughters. I have more time for other purchases and limited suitcase space. My purchase had tobe done in Spanish, rocky but successful. Next was to get our phones set up. I knew where a
Telcel store was, the one with the handsome young man with the grey eyes who spoke fair, but not proficient english. Together we got my regular home cell phone up and running, and then he ran out of sim cards. But one phone does us little good as we use them just to communicate with each other. So now I’m off to a different Tel cell (they are as common as coffee stands at home.) But here no english is spoken. None the less I leave with the Senor’s phone up and running. Next I run into our friends from Ixtapa, Iswear all you need to do is just walk around town and you will eventually meet everyone you know.
Onward to purchase a hamburgerguesa from the corner bar for the Senor who has opted for a day of football and socializing at the Captians Daughter. The cook speaks good english but he his going to make me do it all in Spanish. Good practice, but makes me nervous but I do try.
After a brief siesta I’m off to the Posada in the La Madera neighborhood. I am told this is very traditional Mexico. A block or two is blocked off from street traffic. Both sides of the street are lined with tables with a variety of food, drink and other wares, much like at any bazar.
It begins with the children dressed as Mary and Joseph along with an angel and another child at the top of the street where folks are gathered arround singing what appers to be a song with many, many verses, then the ribbon across the street is
dropped and the children parade down to the front of the stage and sit in the first row and you don’t see them again. On stage sits the childrens orchastra, dressed in jeans and white shirts. The program proceeds much like the School Christmas programs, the orchestra plays and they are good, a group of children singing stand below. Some music was familiar, others not. Christmas carols that we are familiar were sung in spanish of course, but the absolute star of the program was when they sang the beatles
“Imagine” in english, show casing the voices of two teenage fellows with great voices, an absolute show stopper. The startling difference between this program and kids christmas programs at home was much of the audience had beer or other drinks in their hands. Next were some folkloric dancers, very good, and then a group of latin dancers who were ok.
A pinata was hung from a tree in the center of the street and the kids gathered around to take turns batting at it until it would break. The man from the latin dancers got upset came and told them to stop the pinata until his group was done dancing on the stage. I was takings pictures of the kids and he told me “pinata later, now dancing” I think they did one more dance and it was pinata time again. He wasn’t making any friends They did several pinatas and when the pinata finally breaks it is definitely a dog pile and the kids grab all they can get. I’m amazed no one gets hurt, but the kids here tough and not whiney at all. Fun evening!
After returning to our ‘casa” Ii look out from the balcony and there is an art show set up in the street below. Of course I went down to see, I’m forever amazed a the beautiful
art here. The big news for the day is the Senor finally has his TV going, still can’t get all the channels he wants but he cn live with this. Thanks to all who helped. Signing oiff KO