There are never two days alike in San Miguel. Yesterday, on the spur of the moment, without watch or earrings on, I decided to head to the jardin for a little "bench" time. Sitting on the bench always reminds
me of why I moved to Mexico.
As usual, as I came around the corner to the jardin, "something" was going on. There was music, flowers, officials and uniformed kids with musical instruments standing at attention. Everything usually ends with
Here are a few snapshots that I took as I strolled by.
A friend walked by and said it had to do with the death of the children in Chapultepec Park eons ago
during a battle. Sorry, I know there is a specific name for this event, but I did not do the research to
put it in the post.
What always touches me though is how they honor these events with officials, sometimes, but always the
children and the children who play music.
As the speeches ended and the dignitaries exited, the wreaths were picked up and they all paraded around the jardin, leaving the wreaths at a former home in centro.
Photographing some of the children made me stifle a chuckle. Some were very attentive, but the little guy below, who had his hat on backwards and who had more then a few looks from his instructor, looked like
he wanted nothing more then to escape and go play somewhere.
After the "event" was over, and, as I did my bench time, the "embrace" began. A Mexican man who once worked for me came by and talked for a while. Then, a friend who was heading to Guatemala stopped by
to chat and talk about her trip. Another friend came over to tell me after all these years of only spending
a few months a year here, she had finally sold her home in Florida and is now here full time.
Then a man, who I did not know, sat down and the three of us talked about various subjects such as ear plugs, traveling in Wales, the heat of Florida, where else to live in Mexico along with a myriad of other subjects.
My point is, that one never, ever, needs to be lonely or not connected to the community of San Miguel or Mexico. One is embraced in many ways that might seem insignificant, but which truly, truly enhance and enrich one in life. There is no disconnect in Mexico, it seems to me.
I call this "The Mexican Embrace".