Thursday, September 17, 2009

Mexican Independence Day

Our first Independence Day in Mexico wasn't quite the cultural immersion we had thought it might be. In fact, I spent most of it in the car ferrying Alondra, the dog with the broken femur, back and forth to the vet. But...I took photos of all that I witnessed! Here they are:

This is the start of the Indepencence Day parade. I'm pretty sure that everyone who lives in this town was either in the parade or related to someone in the parade, which was pretty much made up of a few adults and all of the school children walking down the main street. Plus a few horses thrown in for good measure.

These kids are, um, marching. Can you believe it? I was honestly VERY surprised to see Mexican kids marching. It's just that, well, I've always kind of reserved marching for kids in, say, Cuba. Or China. Definitely in North Korea. I wouldn't have expected it in a culture like this.

Callie was not thrilled to be watching the parade. Maybe she was hot? Tired? Who knows. That nice little BPA-free sippy cup/water bottle next to her got left behind when we ran to the car to drive back to pick up the dog from the vet's office. We remembered the bottle before we even got to the car so we ran back to get it. It was gone. Very sad for Callie. She was, in fact, crying convulsively on the way to the vet. Lucky for her, Scott was still in L.A. near an REI and picked up a new one. Can you believe someone would steal a kid's sippy cup? Gimme a break.

Can you spot Brynn in her Princess Leah brades? She requested the braids. Not my idea. She does look super cute, though. And very serious. Yes, she is just like both her mommy and daddy at this age!

Our kids didn't march quite like the public school kids.

I'm pretty sure the purpose of the horses at the back of the parade was to fend of the cars that wanted to drive down the main street of town. The drivers here are ruthless. I'm certain that, without the horses, they would tailgate the kids in the parade until the kids parted like the Red Sea.

The rest of the day was dedicated to collecting the dog from the vet and then four-wheeling into an incredible natural swimming hole about twenty five miles north of our town. The stacks of flat boulders around the hole had markings from native Mexicans who wrote on the boulders hundreds of years ago. The water there was cool and clean, like a little oasis in the middle of the jungle.

Four-wheeling to the swimming hole was a little like being in a Jeep Jamboree, only with about ten little kids along for the ride. Brynn was not a fan of the ride and chose to walk back to the main road on the way home instead of four-wheeling. Callie hopped back in the Jeep for the ride home, despite getting covered in mud on the way in. She's a brave little girl, I tell you. Brave.

The ride and hike to the swimming hole were a bit too hairy for my camera. Maybe next time? Or maybe I'll keep it to myself...one of the hidden pleasures of our year here.

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