Día del Niño is one of those pleasant holidays they have here in Mexico that doesn’t exist in the States. Here it includes some local festivities, lots of junk food, and maybe some small toys. Here in San Miguel there was a free Lucha Libre match in Plaza Civica, with the sun setting and the beautiful backdrop of Templo de Nuestra Señora de La Salud. Free popcorn, ice cream, and wrestling, what could be better?
Lowe’s been hitting the climbing gym. Like swimming, it’s fun to see the improvements that can be made with a little instruction on technique.
I keep mentioning the Teen Connect group here in San Miguel. We’re starting to count ourselves lucky that we’ve got teens, because it seems there is always something going on for them to participate in. This weekend it was camping. Well, camping for the kids (and some of the adults) and “luxurious” Airstream living for others. Ali somehow randomly scored what seemed to be the best spot in Campground La Joya.
Ouest had swimming the first night and didn’t want to miss it, so Ali and Lowe took off for camp alone.
I showed up with Ouest the next morning to find that there were exactly zero dads there and a bunch of dogs. We were on about day four of dog ownership ourselves and quickly realized that it wasn’t going to be much fun keeping an eye on her here with so many camp dogs about. Chalk one up in the “I told you so” column. Having pets puts an immediate cramp in the travel category of life.
Back down the hill I go. Zazu would be puking in the backseat just a few minutes later. This would not have been a great day to ask me how I felt about having a dog.
They did some nice hiking during the day, and had a talent show that night. Good fun had by all.
Airstream art translation: José de la Corte y Sánchez, son of Manuel and Doña Josefa, at the age of five years, was charged by a furious cow and remained unconscious for three hours. He came out unharmed thanks to the intercession of the Virgin of Sorrows, to whom his mother entrusted him.
The stairway up to our second and third floor is way too narrow for furniture, which has necessitated some ingenuity and all hands on deck.
