A couple of things from earlier posts:
The best description of serapes I could find was this one http://knol.google.com/k/hamix/serapes-blankets-history-and-art/3ae6onwgfhu1a/4#
but it does lack what we were told and that is that the Chicchimecs didn't migrate, but were forced to the Saltillo area. They were from a warmer clime and started making serapes to stay warm.
The link to El Morillo ('cause you are going to want to go there) http://www.hotelsaltillo.com/
Before I go on to the rest of this, all of the photos were kindly donated by the other members of our crew. For one, I did not bring a camera, and for two, my POS phone just wouldn't take any - but some of you already know the recent history of this phone.
Anyway, onto the second part of day 4. While we were at lunch in the pavillion, I met up with Micaelá, the patroness Mary Ann and I had stayed with. Micaelá had brought a fellow teacher (Philipé) with her. I was sitting next to Louis. It turns out Louis has a daughter who lives in Poway and Philipé has a very good friend in Imperial Beach, just off 14th street. Small world.
After leaving the pavillion, we returned to the hotel and got ready to go see the fire works. We were to go to the Casino and give a secret handshake for entrance. Did I mention that this was the Fiesta del Christo ? We waded shoulder to shoulder through the crowd, only to find that we had passed the entrance, so we waded back the other way and made our way into the exclusive Casino (not a gambling place - casino means club or "casa de juego") which was founded in 1874. We got there just in time and were hustled up to the roof. My friends stood on the bleachers to see the fireworks as there were lots to be seen below the level of the roof. All in all, the fireworks produced lots of smoke. I declinded to stand on the bleachers as I was wearing some slutty heels in hopes of dancing later (okay, not very slutty, but heels). Had I been on the bleachers, I would have missed the giant skyrocket that landed on the roof, hitting an older woman on the neck and arm, sending sparks at two children. The little girl escaped with a very small burn, but the little boy must have lost a few hairs, as I did see some sparks as his father frantically put out his hair. I offered my advice to the lady (ice), but she declined, saying that she would go home and apply "gresa".
After the fireworks, we (Don, Billy, Freddie, John, Glen and Vincent) once again waded through the crowds to the club where we (I) intended to dance. There was a warm up band that did an awesome version of "Don't Mess with my toot toot" to a cumbia beat. I danced with Don. He is an excellant dancer, and after so many years of not going dancing, it was a challenge to keep up with him. But someone as good as Don, made it pretty easy. I asked a young man to dance and he was reluctant at first, but I gave him a sob story about a poor, old, Americana, and eventually, he agreed. In reality, I gave him a lot of money so I wouldn't be embarassed in front of my friends after he turned my down (kidding)!
That was Rafael. Next, I danced with Edgar, who was so young, he was trembling in fear. Probably fear that his friends were making fun of him. Then one fellow asked me to dance, but I had to decline on the following dance as he was either very happy to dance with a woman, or he had something stuffed in the front of those pants... So I danced mostly with Rafael, who was very sweet and a good dancer to boot. We did not leave until 130. The latest night for me, but it was a ton of fun and I felt safe with all of my handsome friends.
The best description of serapes I could find was this one http://knol.google.com/k/hamix/serapes-blankets-history-and-art/3ae6onwgfhu1a/4#
but it does lack what we were told and that is that the Chicchimecs didn't migrate, but were forced to the Saltillo area. They were from a warmer clime and started making serapes to stay warm.
The link to El Morillo ('cause you are going to want to go there) http://www.hotelsaltillo.com/
Before I go on to the rest of this, all of the photos were kindly donated by the other members of our crew. For one, I did not bring a camera, and for two, my POS phone just wouldn't take any - but some of you already know the recent history of this phone.
Anyway, onto the second part of day 4. While we were at lunch in the pavillion, I met up with Micaelá, the patroness Mary Ann and I had stayed with. Micaelá had brought a fellow teacher (Philipé) with her. I was sitting next to Louis. It turns out Louis has a daughter who lives in Poway and Philipé has a very good friend in Imperial Beach, just off 14th street. Small world.
After leaving the pavillion, we returned to the hotel and got ready to go see the fire works. We were to go to the Casino and give a secret handshake for entrance. Did I mention that this was the Fiesta del Christo ? We waded shoulder to shoulder through the crowd, only to find that we had passed the entrance, so we waded back the other way and made our way into the exclusive Casino (not a gambling place - casino means club or "casa de juego") which was founded in 1874. We got there just in time and were hustled up to the roof. My friends stood on the bleachers to see the fireworks as there were lots to be seen below the level of the roof. All in all, the fireworks produced lots of smoke. I declinded to stand on the bleachers as I was wearing some slutty heels in hopes of dancing later (okay, not very slutty, but heels). Had I been on the bleachers, I would have missed the giant skyrocket that landed on the roof, hitting an older woman on the neck and arm, sending sparks at two children. The little girl escaped with a very small burn, but the little boy must have lost a few hairs, as I did see some sparks as his father frantically put out his hair. I offered my advice to the lady (ice), but she declined, saying that she would go home and apply "gresa".
After the fireworks, we (Don, Billy, Freddie, John, Glen and Vincent) once again waded through the crowds to the club where we (I) intended to dance. There was a warm up band that did an awesome version of "Don't Mess with my toot toot" to a cumbia beat. I danced with Don. He is an excellant dancer, and after so many years of not going dancing, it was a challenge to keep up with him. But someone as good as Don, made it pretty easy. I asked a young man to dance and he was reluctant at first, but I gave him a sob story about a poor, old, Americana, and eventually, he agreed. In reality, I gave him a lot of money so I wouldn't be embarassed in front of my friends after he turned my down (kidding)!
That was Rafael. Next, I danced with Edgar, who was so young, he was trembling in fear. Probably fear that his friends were making fun of him. Then one fellow asked me to dance, but I had to decline on the following dance as he was either very happy to dance with a woman, or he had something stuffed in the front of those pants... So I danced mostly with Rafael, who was very sweet and a good dancer to boot. We did not leave until 130. The latest night for me, but it was a ton of fun and I felt safe with all of my handsome friends.
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