Monday, June 16, 2014
Instead of being in the midst of this humanity, I was in the country, having lunch with a group of great friends who were celebrating that Buffy and Kerrie were in town. Buffy is from Connecticut, but originally from Texas. Her sister Kerrie lives in Arlington, Texas. Actually, now that I think about it of the ten of us at lunch, only two were not from Texas! It wasn't planned that way, but things happen.
We had lunch out at Nirvana. And it is. It's on a large piece of land with a pond along with beautiful rolling, low, grass covered hills. The large, high ceiling home has become the restaurant although few eat inside. All prefer to be outside with the beautiful views of the countryside.
Food is fabulous. I had two courses. A soup of huitlacoche and squash blossoms along with a tropical salad with basil sorbet. Perfection.
But, back to the Locos Parade. It has become huge. It started sometime in the last century as the fruit growers celebrated the wealth of their crops, especially oranges. They would parade through town throwing extra fruit to passerbys. Then at some point they started dressing in costume, possibly to hide their identity which gave them the name of locos. If there is anything that Mexicans love, it is a silly, fun, boisterous parade. They had one yesterday. There were floats, music, throwing candy to passerbys who had umbrellas turned upside down to catch the candy and did I mention MUSIC, LOUD music.
Luckily this year the float for the Tecolote group was not made down the hill from me. Last year it was accompanied by BOOMING music that shook my windows. I actually got up the other night, Saturday, at 2:30AM and went up on the roof to see if there were people making the float without music. Nope, no sign of them. Then yesterday, I saw the booming music machine set up in another colonia closer to the jardin.
The latest article in Atencion about the Locos Parade tied it to a saint's day. I don't remember reading that in the past. I always had read what I wrote above. If it is in honor of a saint, I'm sure he was rocking in his grave yesterday, somewhere, enjoying the rollicking tribute of 8000 people celebrating.
The parade is broken up into cuadrillos very similar to the Krewes of Mardi Gras. They have meetings. They coordinate their activities which seems absolutely necessary for that many marching people. It is Quite a sight. Something that is hard to describe. YOU just have to be here to see it for your self.
Our rains usually start the week after LOCOS. So, BRING ON THE RAIN!