Mexican folk dances

These were the most colorful of the dancers.

On Sunday nights in the month of April in the Plaza de Armas, there were folk dances. This particular evening was a hot one and I felt badly for the barefooted dancers. I assume the heat was the reason the event started over an hour late, but no one seemed to mind at the time.

These young men are lined up on the hot pavement ready to dance.

This ribbon dance was too large for the stage!
This dance looked like a human sized cats in the cradle.

This eclectic group may have been my favorite, mostly for the costumes. I really wish I understood what each character represented in Mexican mythology.

A few more photos taken around the same time.

I walk by these every day and enjoy watching them grow. These are pomegranates. I hope to taste one soon.
We get our corn tortillas from a shop down the street. You can watch the ladies making them fresh. Tortillas are sold by the kilo.
The Basilica of our Lady of Guadalupe (La basílica Santuario de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe) is in the historic center of San Luis Potosi.
The Basilica de Guadalupe in San Luis is a place of pilgrimage and located on the Guadalupe Road. The image of the virgin of Guadalupe that is venerated in the place dates from 1838.
Traditionally, pilgrims approach the church on their knees, coming from as far away as Hildalgo market, 3km away.
This is the entrance to a museum.
I couldn’t resist a food photo! Tacos rojos!

Still in Mexico!

This is from my new neighborhood, Insurgentes. One of the things I truly love about Mexico, is how colorful things are.

…but not for long. Monday, I’ll start my final 4-week session with English Unlimited in San Luis Potosi. I’ll finish the first week of July and then will move on to my next adventure. More about that soon. Hard to imagine that I’ve been here almost a year! Every new country feels like a separate lifetime–full of new adventures and surprises.

…Even the graffiti is attractive.

I’ve lost motivation to work on this blog for a while. I hadn’t intentionally taken a break, but my mother’s death has hit me hard and I’ve needed extra time to contemplate. I’ve also had a series of small illnesses, which might be related to my mental state. Still, I want to post a few more times before I leave this area.

The houses are always a riot of color, even old ones that need some attention.

Flowers too. Here, poinsettias grow taller than a man and burst into flame red for a few months of the year.
You see a lot of religious iconography.
Not many orange buildings in the US, but you can easily find them in Mexico.
A jacaranda, crepe myrtle with a bougainvillea vine.
This is not the finished version. I’ll show that soon.
A white bougainvillea, with petals so thick they look like flowers.

And the street reconstruction continues. I’d hoped they finish with the main street of Carranza before I left, but it’s as messy as ever. Still, they need the plumbing fixed. Drainage is a major issue during heavy spring and fall storms.