Cinco de Mayo is NOTHING compared to Santa Cruz day! At 5AM Bryce and I are awoken by Spanish pop music blaring through our windows. (Somebody’s taken it upon themselves to decorate the church next door at this ungodly hour.) Then, at 7:30 AM come fireworks. Having been launched no more than 50 feet away, it was hard to get back to sleep after that. Festivities continued around our property all day and included aboriginal dancing, a grease pole climb, and a running of the bulls-like event except, in this case, the bull was made of fireworks and was carried by a child.
Bryce and I begin Spanish lessons. The school grounds are beautifully landscaped and each lesson takes place outside under a patio umbrella.
Later in the week, I get lost while looking for a McDonald’s said to be in this city and take some neat shots along the way. Fortunately, I find my way home before one of this week’s seemingly nightly electrical storms begins.
This weekend starts off with me pimping dogs in San Miguel’s main square, evolves into an night on the town with our new friend Yaya, and finishes playing with the kids at the orphanage where Bryce is volunteering.
Our hosts Kim and Steve make Bryce and I an awesome dinner which we enjoy with some margaritas on their rooftop terrace. Judging from Kim’s enthusiasm (see Obama mask photo), I think I’ve finally managed to make a good margarita. A few days later, we see Billy White in concert, an American living in San Miguel and an excellent flamenco guitar player.