Some random photos from around San Miguel. This batch features a snapshot of some “Dia de los Locos” celebrations and an attempted shot of a solar-eclipse in progress. Clouds ruined it.
There’s also a photo of me with three dogs. This is from last Sunday’s trip to Arno’s house. Arno is the president of Amigos de Animales, the adoption branch of the pound where I volunteer.
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.
As we’d been told, Cinco de Mayo in Mexico is pretty low-key. Bryce and I saw a ceremony here, and some fireworks there, but nothing major.
We spend the afternoon touring an artists’ market, and top the day off by decorating our living room with a little papel picado.
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.
After some wandering with Bryce, I make my way to Amigos de Animales—a local pound—where I visit with the puppies and walk its latest recruit, a pale brown chihuahua.
Bryce and I grab a cheap (but hearty) breakfast at a nearby restaurant and then, after some more exploring, I try my hand at homemade margaritas (first attempt=failure).
Bryce and I do some exploring upon arriving in San Miguel. We’re pleased to find that the city and our apartment are much more beautiful than we expected.
