Day of the virgin

Where I will be sitting after I water the terraza pots.

And not just any virgin, mind you. It’s the Virgin of Guadalupe whom we are celebrating today. It began this morning with lots of explosions, which is how Mexico prefers to celebrate, and the explosions begin at dawn or before. Such fun.

It it’s a repeat of last year, and it likely will be in spite of our being told not to gather in crowds, we will have not one but two bone-shaking concerts on the nearby plaza. Those will be accompanied, of course, by more explosions. The virgin likes blasts.

At 8 a.m., it was 10 degrees Celsius and 50 Fahrenheit outside, which is just fine. An otherworldly cloud hung in the sky, perhaps Guadalupe gazing down on my hardscrabble barrio. I hope so. We need all the help we can get.

Or maybe a space ship?

Being Saturday, chores are in short supply. It’s mostly a day of rest, but I do have to water the potted plants in the downstairs terraza. Then I’ll sit a spell in the rocker, trying to ignore the racket that’s already under way on the plaza just up the street.

16 thoughts on “Day of the virgin

  1. It is crazy and noisy, but having visited Mexico at this time of year, I have enjoyed it. I imagine living in the midst is a little different.


    1. Karlos: When I settled here lo these many years ago, the almost constant racket really did a number on my blood pressure on a regular basis. It was less the actual noise than it was the idea that other people really did not give a damn if they annoyed their neighbors. We have a very poor family (perhaps an irrelevant detail) living just behind us. No matter. They have a sound system that would raise the dead. On occasion, they ratchet it up to the max and blare music for hours. I have no idea how they converse at home while doing that. It’s that loud. It’s probably that they do not converse. They are not very bright. Thankfully, our house faces in the other direction and we have no windows out back, so it’s not that overwhelming. But their action is quite typical. They simply do not care. I find this a childish approach as I do much of what goes on in this country.

      But these days, much of it just runs off my back. One can grow accustomed to almost anything.


    1. Antonio: Interesting. I read yesterday that the government had put up barricades. This whole pandemic hullabaloo is quite a phenomenon. You’d think it was the first or the worst virus to ever smite mankind, but it’s nothing of the sort. I just finished reading a short, three-part book by former NYT reporter Alex Berenson — recommended to me by my amigo Kim G. — and it puts the entire scare into excellent perspective.

      Available on the U.S. Amazon:

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  2. Revives memories of pilgrims walking spread over all traffic lanes (two) and we are driving very slowly behind them on this date.


  3. Just got back from Barra de Navidad. No racket there, not many people until last night. Mostly people were arriving, vans not buses. Not many masks until this morning when we where leaving. I watered the pots, and now it is time to sit on the terraza and wonder at the beauty of no snow.

    Had a barbecue with Mexican friends. First thing is set up the big speaker they brought with them and start blasting some music. Oh, well, you got to love it.


  4. My wife has not been to church since we were married in 1973, but she has about fifty Guadalupes all around the house. I finally got her to stop burning those damn candles. She was setting up to watch the whole process on television, but she fell asleep. Maybe she will have better luck next year.


      1. Thanks! The first time we visited the Basilica, it was the old building. It was very moving. The second time, it was the new one. I think it was done by the same architects that built the bus stations. It was the same atmosphere. The neighbor lady had given my wife a piece of pan perdido and asked her to light a candle for her at the via de Guadalupe. Well, it wasn’t candles. You paid the nun so much, and an electric bulb flickered so much. Not the same thing. We never told the neighbor lady.


        1. Señor Gill: Although the two Basilicas de Guadalupe are not that far from our Mexico City condo, I only went once. The old one, of course, is sinking into the ground. The newer one is interesting in that it reflects the psychedelic era in which it was designed and built.

          I expected to hear the Beatles singing, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”


  5. I always enjoy the lenticular clouds that form in your mountainous environs. They are almost as good as those in Reno — my legal home base for things American. They are a photographer’s perfect subject.


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