Posada in Teotitlan del Valle

This was my first posada and it was an honor and a privilege to be invited to the home of Ana Ruiz Gonzalez to take in this annual celebration.  "Posada" translates as "inn" and the nine day event reenacts Mary and Joseph's travails as they search for a place to stay for the night.   Posadas vary in in different places, but in Teotitlan del Valle, the two statues from the church are carried from house to house each evening, eventually ending up at the house where the baby Jesus is waiting for them on the last night.  In this case, the Ruiz family left their house to go and pick up the statues at the house where they had spent the night before.  Here's Zacarias Ruiz...

 and Emilia Gonzalez, Ana's parents, as they hasten to their destination,

where Mary and Joseph await.

Then, carried by four women from the previous house, they leave, beginning a long candlelit procession through the streets.

I spoke with the women carrying the statues and they said it was quite heavy, but each felt blessed to have done it.

It was a long slow walk.

Meanwhile, the people of the village lined the streets to watch, while others sat waiting patiently for the procession's arrival.

While others spent time out in front of the house having fun.

Eventually they ended up at the Ruiz's house, where there were many rituals, music and later in the evening, food.

The Ruiz's spend the night and next day with the statues and then the whole thing repeats, which in this case was the final destination after which the three are returned to the church for Navidad.

The people behind the Radishes - La Noche del Rabanos

Today was the 120th Noche del Rabanos and it was, as always, fantastic! And it was drawing tourists in droves.  The crowds were huge, the lines long, but what a happy occasion... and a real boon for the city and surrounding regions.  There is so much happening, it is hard to keep up.  I got there early and had a total blast, as lots of the participants recognized me from previous years, so it was like seeing friends.  I have lots of shots of their creations, made from radishes, dried flowers or corn husks, but I thought I would start with impromptu portraits of some of the participants, all so typically Oaxacan in their artistic abilities and creativity.  You can almost see her off to the left in the shot above, but this is the woman responsible for the radish pieta.

They come in all ages and backgrounds.  Some are very traditional and some enjoy pushing the proverbial envelope.

I should have all their names, but I don't, my mistake, but here are just some of them, each so special.

I'll post shots of their creations in a bit.... in the meantime, in between time, Oaxaca is simply the best. ¡Viva!

Looking at El Norte

With mouth agape.....history repeating itself, again.   I'm shocked, shocked, I tell ya.

 Hmmm... a certain word comes to mind.  Bull looking skeptical. Any posters like this in your town?

Living here, one knows that civilizations rise and fall.

It's beginning to look like....

One of the nice things about Oaxaca is that Christmas is nowhere near as commercial as it is in El Norte. Maybe it's because the place is more religious or less inclined to spend hard-earned money on such things or maybe it's because gifts are given on Three Kings Day (Jan 6) and mostly for children, but whatever it is, it is nice. That piñata is huuuge. And this shot makes me think of one of my favorite carols, "Angels we have heard while high.""

And well, it can get kinda tacky....

That doesn't mean we are not getting psyched for posadas, and rabanos and Noche Buena in the zocalo.

Soledad

Yesterday was the feast day of one of Oaxaca most revered holy figures,  La Santísima Virgen de La Soledad (The Virgin of Solitude) and the cathedral named in her honor was the place to be.  I've been recovering from a cold that has knocked me out for a while so I  figured I could sure use her blessing.  I need all the help I can get.  I confess to be slightly more spaced out than normal.

This was the outside version.  The figure inside the cathedral was so far in the distance, she was invisible, but one could feel her presence in the respectful reverence of the huge crowds.

Roses are all a part of the ceremony and they were there in abundance.

Be sure to check out Shannon's post over at Casa Colibri.  Hers is much more informative and thorough.... Hey, I've been ill.  I blame....

Sunset in Teotitlan del Valle

La Danza de la Pluma - Teotitlan del Valle

Mayordomos de la Virgen de Guadalupe

Yesterday, we were honored and lucky to be invited to Casa Cruz in Teotitlan del Valle, the home of Fidel and Maria Luisa, the mayordomos for the Virgin of Guadalupe.  Actually, there are two mayordomos, the other being Bulmaro Perez Mendoza, whose house is just across the road.  Being a mayordomo is a big deal, full of responsibilities and obligations, a tradition going back centuries. It is also a lot of work and expense.  They maintain the altar in the church and give numerous celebrations like yesterday.  It is a way to give back to the church and to the village.

Really, there are so many aspects to the event, it all seems a blur, but a very organized, formal and wonderful blur.  Here, bread for breakfast and the velas, candles that will be carried to the church.  They are hand-crafted all from pure wax.

Everyone works!  It takes days of prep.  For the Cruz family, months of work.  It's a year long commitment.  The women prepare and cook the food.  Here they are making hundreds of tlayudas, the large crisp tortillas.

The men set up, serve and, for this celebration, killed 200 chickens, four steer, and six large pigs.  This morning's fare was sopa de oregano, made from beef stock, onions and oregano and big chunks of meat.  Notice, no utensils, only tlayudas and fingers.  Incidentally, the food was made by many of the best and most famous cooks in all of Oaxaca and Mexico... all in the family.  More on them later.

The danzantes arrived with their band.

The unmarried girls and women of the village were present as they woud process two kilometers to the church and then the convite, the traditional procession through the streets of the village, and then back to Casa Cruz, a total of seven kilometers!

Fidel and Maria Luisa were flat out, running around and directing much of the action.  They must be exhausted and I did not get a good shot of them, but I will.  However, I did get this nice shot of Fidel's proud parents.

More in a bit....

The things I missed - Street art

It's like the streets here are an art gallery.  It never gets old, the ever-changing street art. It's just normal life.... and it's healthy and inspirational on several levels, both social and artistic.

Again, it's one of those things I missed in New England.  I know there are murals and graffiti in Boston, but I sure didn't see much... not like this

Here, they tell it like it is.  It's out there for everyone to see.... until it is torn down or painted over.

Then.... it's on to the next..

Frankly, Boston could use much more of this.

The things I missed - The market in Etla

One week ago, I was shopping in a supermarket in Newton, MA, which is pretty much a state-of-the-art store with almost everything one could want.  A few days later I was back in the market in nearby Etla and wow, what a different.

The presentation slightly different.... and the prices? So much lower. 12 pesos is .63  US... today.

I felt like I had come home....

Surreal... the differences between the two places I call home.

The things I missed - Bugambilias

It is good to be back..... I'm happy to see this plant.  I missed it.  It started out as the worst pruning job I'd ever seen and look at it now.  I've watched the gardeners here and they are masters at shaping plants.  I feel so lucky to have learned a few of their techniques.  In the front it forms this wonderful canopy that hides the house from the street.

And the back is a nice globe shape.  Front and back, all the same plant!

The things I miss... The Blues

The color palette of the houses in New England: white, gray, tan, pale yellow with minor variations. Nice, but...

I had a dream that I painted my house here this blue with green trim. What would the neighbors think?  Hmmm... maybe purple with pink trim.....  Oh, I miss these blues, too.