Just returned from eight weeks in the Midwest, where I'd helped my sister and brother-in-law refresh a home from pre-1898 (some accounts say it began life as a Civil War farmhouse, but that seems questionable). Many of the supplies that were determined to be needed had to be procured in Terre Haute - about 30 miles away - and innumerable trips were made when local suppliers could not provide our needs. Our tasks involved painting, patching, staining, tiling 2 bathrooms and a kitchen floor, installing kitchen cabinets and appliances, light fixtures, window coverings, carpeting, buffing up the wooden floors, a laundry, re-constructing a back deck, painting the porch, replacing part of the porch ceiling, installing doors and a bit of door-bling. Nothing quite like 10-foot ceilings and huge windows, eh?
So I returned to San Miguel on Tuesday, the 12th - after driving like the wind across the United States from Indiana - to the sound of aerial bombs! It was Corpus Christi and that called for hourly explosions, as expected here in Mexico.
But they didn't stop. The next day, while enjoying margaritas at the rooftop bar of La Azotea, the hourly bombs turned into fireworks as the sun dropped behind the hills to the west of town. What a way to celebrate the return of normalcy!
And, speaking of normalcy, tomorrow is the parade of the Locos - a chance for folks to dress crazily and parade through town. We're hoping to snag a viewing spot near the Instituto (which is near the beginning of the parade) and avoid the crowds at the Jardin. We've at least one friend in the parade so we'll be looking out for him and cheering him on.
How could this be compared to life in a little burg in the midWest???
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