Gotta love Mexico! Gotta love earplugs! On our first morning here in Cuetzalan, dawn has come, at 7, with the opening of the masa dough machine of our open air tortilla store... with the vocal call and triangle bell of the garbage truck, and the unique horn of the gas truck... And lots of happy distant conversations and dogs and even chickens... No, that's laughter.... just about two hours after the noise of the last partiers and loud distant bass lines faded out. Now there is the first squeak of the tortilla conveyer belt, and it's also time for mass according to the bells.
We had such a great variety of sights and especially sounds yesterday here in Quetzalan.
The town itself, still beautiful and now sunny...when we came three years ago, it was obscured in fog and rain
We are here for the feast of St. Francis... And, I'm happy to see, his buddy Clare
Though our day was quiet, our evening not so much... Starting late afternoon with the dancing and singing performances of the little miss coffee festival queen contestants then moving along through every wonderful type of Mexican music and the lights and sound got ever more potent
It's so great just to watch and listen. Especially to the locals, here, who are working so hard actually beneath the veneer of "it's party time!" The sales ladies working the Mexico City tourists hard to buy their hand made trinkets, the tailor who is still running his machine late Friday night, the guys swiftly hoisting rebar into the third floor addition while a mime is distracting everybody below. Actually, all this hard work goes on especially well cause all the music constantly playing keeps stuff upbeat!
Here is our waiter showing Craig how to sample his mescal
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