baila baila

Folkloric Mexican dances evoke the most profound love for México in me.  While living in Europe, it was the folk music of México that brought tears to my eyes and now that I finally live here, I still feel a lump in my throat when I witness the graceful movements of these dancers. 

Although they are extremely typical dances seen all around the country (and outside, actually), onlookers are still captivated by the dances so intrinsic to this awesome country. 

one of the younger dancers was quite apt at snapping her fan =)



el zapateo!!!

This beautiful creature is a cousin of mine!  And this gorgeous ensemble is the typical dress of the state of Veracruz.

take a break

Even when the world is crumbling around you...there's always time for a cig.

My plumber preferred to have me pay for his smoking habit rather than buy him lunch.  Sigh.

Building my WC was a much longer process than I expected, but the silver lining is that now I've come to terms with a few things.  First:  the MAN is the one who rules around here!  Although I was the one paying the plumber and the construction workers, they ALL found it easier to follow instructions given by my uncles as opposed to sticking to the petitions of the person paying them...ME!!! Yes, I have to admit that sometimes I used this to my advantage (Read: I let my uncles do the reprimanding when the workers did something I didn't like) at first.  However, it soon became clear that I was gonna have to bite the bullet if I wanted to get the respect I was due. 

Second:  The working pace here is muuuuuch slower than in the States.  I was told that it would take a week to build my bathroom but it actually took FIVE TIMES that long.  If I wasn't around to supervise around the clock, it was all too easy for the workers to wander off for hours at a time.  I didn't understand: Don't they prefer to finish up the day's work and head home at five?  Don't they have a schedule to stick to in order to begin other jobs that await?  I guess not...