Halloween was celebrated in grand style in our little village. Pictures speak louder than words. Alan and I have been talking about dressing up this way for months and finally it happened.  Marilou and Alan shopped for outrageous fabric and she sewed it up for him. She also made long black gloves for me to set off my long rubber boney fingers. We called ourselves The Dead Lesbians and won first prize at Bad Boyz Bar and 2000 pesos!

Others were: An Edison Plug and Socket, Dos XX, Peacock Girl, Bam Bam and Pebbles, KISS, Pirates, and Yankee Killers (it was during the World Series).  Fun was had by all!

These are also oils. Most are larger, on gessoed water color paper, 17″ X 22″. We have traveled extensively around the Yucatan Peninsula where I have found abundant inspiration.  

    

My Spanish teacher, Samantha who has finished her third year of university training to be a psychologist but needs to pass the Level 4 English exam to begin her final year, has me reading a children’s book about Mexican candies who talk to each other at night. I wondered what these treats actually tasted like. Our friends Matt and Allan were invited to their housekeeper’s daughter’s birthday party last week and received a bag of sweets which they passed on to me. My favorite is the “Bald Head, Some Hair” of Tamarindo (spicy chili) flavored jell that squeezes out the top when the blue plunger is pushed down.

Samantha’s favorite is a small plastic packet called Pico Rey. Inside is granulated sugar, salt and chili pepper. Last night while we cooked dinner, she licked every morsel from the package.

This is where we spent Tuesday night with my daughter, Dorsche, who was visiting from Philadelphia.She brought with her matching Obama tee shirts made by MoveOn.org and so attired we ventured to the Ball. Tony and Cheri had a larger than life size image of Barack above the bar and were serving Apple Pie rum drinks followed by a squirt of whipped cream to open mouths, shots of tequila to shirt wearing patriots, and very strong Margueritas (as usual). We stayed until 11:00, when they closed the bar so their hotel clients could have peace and quiet, and then began a bar crawl until 2:00 in the morning. What a celebration of HOPE it was. There were smiling faces of Americans who have not been proud of their country.

Dorsche and I befriended two young women from Oregon who are working their way to Argentina by helping on organic farms in exchange for room and board. I became the Obama Mama as the night went on, gathering these three very optimistic American Beauties into my arms.

Dorsche, Dancing Joe and me.

Friday morning I noticed a sign posted on a pole in the neighborhood announcing a Posada for the neighbors Saturday evening. We had been invited to our neighbor’s home for coffee and cake, and to meet their parents who are visiting from Guadalajara at the same time, but this event was more important. Together with Isabelle and her young son, Miguel, (her husband had lost his parents in the Cancun Mall and was late arriving) we walked to where we could hear music begin to blast. There were stacks of white plastic chairs and people arriving.

First drinks were served by three lovely teenage girls: sodas, a warm fruit punch, and a bottle of tequila for the men. Eventually the Procession began. Two young children dressed as Mary and Joseph led the large group of neighbors. We walked first to our next door neighbor’s home and sang a request for entrance, but were denied. We turned and, singing Christmas songs, followed the children down the street. Two houses later the children were admitted to much rejoicing.  

We returned to our circle of plastic chairs, ate hamburgers cooked on an open grill, and two fathers tied the first piñata to the rope and pulley stretched across the intersection. Starting with the smallest child, each was given a turn at beating the piñata, hoping to break open the store of candies within. The first was beaten ragged but still would yield no candies, so it was cut open and the sweets were tossed to the ground. Then another, smaller, piñata arrived and was successfully beaten open. And finally a huge piñata was hoisted above the crowd. Older children took a serious whack at this monster and finally adults were blind-folded and let loose on it. Our neighbors, Miguel and Isabelle, were the final heros who broke it open.

Then a plastic cup full of tiny papers was brought out and each person drew “his gift” and read the paper aloud into a microphone. Jim’s was the gift of feet to follow the path of truth, and mine was the gift of the mule in the stable to warm my fervor. A teenage girl drew the gift of protecting the baby Jesus until next year and took the figure from the nativity scene. Every adult, child, and grandparent drew “a gift”. It was quite wonderful.   The dancing began shortly and Jim entered right in. His first song was “Macho Man” and the ladies all circled around him. Line dances, which have always baffled me, started and I took my place on the sidelines. But a very good time was had by all.

I spent much time photographing the colonial doorways of middle class neighborhoods while we were in Merida. The weather was cool and walking was wonderful. Around every corner was another treasure. These are the first results, oil on canvas.

The next day was also cold, so rather than washing at the regular Dog Wash we picked ticks from about 70 dogs and puppies and applied medicines.  A good group of workers arrived, so there was time to spend cooing over and cuddling some of these adorable dogs. See them at: www.playadelcarmenpets.com.