As year 2013 gets underway I find myself continuing on for another year here in Mexico, a "hellhole" as many ATS members have characterized it. Oh,
the hardships. I largely missed listening to ATS Live last weekend due to familial obligations. Some cousins from California were visiting here during
the holidays and wanted to have the new baby baptized at our cathedral here in Morelia, Michoacán. Last Saturday morning I found myself at the side
entrance with family members I never met before, from my wife's side, where the baptism was to take place. I stepped aside below and to the side of
the twin steeples momentarily to take a photo from this angle I rarely see.
Inside the proud papá was holding his little boy as we were all waiting for the misa to begin. I will preserve their privacy and not refer to them by
name but the relationship, through my wife, would be some level of nephews.
We were to return again across the street to a friend of mine's restaurant in the portals looking to the cathedral and adjacent park for a banquet
dinner on the 2nd floor of the busy place. As is typical of Saturday nights there was the traditional cathedral lighting ceremony with music and
fireworks. My view from the restaurant balcony was unobstructed except for the holiday decorations on the light standard. A skittish American tourist
might be unsettled by the whole event as police swoop in and close off this main avenue from vehicle traffic through the center of town and fireworks
were lit as people gathered in the streets to partake of this weekly ritual. The disorder of vehicle traffic was completely restored with only about a
January 2nd was my wife's birthday. A couple days earlier I offered to take her to Campestre Alemán, a scenic little German restaurant on the back
side of Pátzcuaro Lake just outside the town of Erongaricuaro, and a stop-off in a couple of her favorite shopping spots along the way. It would have
been great time to bring a camera as we circled Pátzcuaro and returned to Morelia by the autopista in a less leisurely fashion, but I didn't think to
do so. With lunch, travel with a couple friends, and some shopping stops this was over a six-hour excursion.
A final stop-off in the town of Pátzcuaro to shop for some things for the patio and garden I came across this little man about four feet tall. My
wife Tere immediately took to this little man as he reminded her of me so we decided to bring him home with us. A no-haggling price of 800 pesos, or
about $63 US dollars was paid to bring him with us and he resides at garden-side welcoming us as we approach the casita. His hand appears ready to
tote a bottle and he may have my Torres brandy after I drink it down a bit more but for now I gave him one of my maracas to hang on to. I don't yet
know his name, though Eron has been suggested, but I imagine we will get better acquainted as the Torres bottle empties.
The holidays have not yet subsided. Here in Mexico it goes on at least until 6 January when the Reyes Magos arrive to bring presents to the children.
Despite that, Tere was anxious to resume her English classes and leave me alone again for comida this afternoon. She did prepare me a nice comida of
beef cubes slow-cooked in black chile salsa with white rice and beans. I have a bowl of frituras, a puffy, light, and non-greasy traditional snack
chip that I now often prefer to tortillas to keep my left hand occupied while eating. The covered bowl contains salsa made with a molcajete - a large
rock mortar and pestle used to grind up chiles, onions, and tomatoes that have been roasted over an open fire. The salsa does well at retaining that
Since I must eat alone today I will enjoy a nice domestic cerveza. Tere put out the Torres bottle, probably in hopes I will share some with the little
señor and soon give him the bottle, but it is too early in the day for my brandy and the little man has his back to me while eating. He looks out
from over the garden and towards the patio cantina likely hoping soon to be holding that bottle instead of the maraca.
My observational comments at the wood-carving shop that seemed to amuse everyone was that all the carvings seemed to be either angeles, santos, o
borrachos - angels, saints, or drunks. They were amused but did not dispute that observation.
Happy New Year 2013 everyone!
edit on 4-1-2013 by Erongaricuaro because: (no reason given)