Today was the last day of the fiesta in Teotitlan del Valle. I wanted to stop by and take Emelia Ruiz some flowers in thanks for the wonderful meal last week. She greeted me at the door, thanked me and gave me a plateful of her molé negro with pavo (turkey,) some rice and homemade tortillas. As I said before, she makes the best molé I ever tasted and today just reinforced that opinion. It is a rich, shiney purple/black with an incredibly smooth texture. Mmmmm... muy rico!
Then it was off to shoot the danza de las plumas. A picture perfect day with mostly townspeople there. I learned from being a reporter that you try to put yourself in a position to always get the shot. 
Today that meant geting inside the ring of folks watching and kneeling down so as to not block anyone's view.
I knew this was coming. The two guys controlling the whole scene are part clown, part ringmaster. They make sure everyone is happy, that things are going smoothly, that the dancers get water, mescal or sodas, they work the crowd.I was too easy a target. What a riot! Everyone was laughing at me, make that with me, because I was laughing pretty hysterically, all the while shooting.
I have no idea if he was actually shooting me. I hope so. I will have to check the tape.
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