Christmastime in Oaxaca, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 20:02:24 GMT
Post by bixaorellana on Dec 24, 2010 20:02:24 GMT
See that you do.
Okay, I have not abandoned this thread, but do have to go do some Christmas dessert-making.
However, in a barely disguised ploy to get appreciation and honor for my efforts, I will show what I (gladly) endured last night for your sakes. It wounded me to the marrow to think of you boys and girls huddled in your homes with no Christmas radishes.
I arrived downtown while it was still daylight, and went trip-trapping up the last block to the zócalo. Suddenly it struck me as odd that so many people were strung out in a fairly orderly line like that. I stopped and asked a lady, who confirmed my dread. This was indeed the line for the Rábanos. Yikes. She said, "Go ahead & get in line, it's moving pretty quickly." So I dutifully trotted back to the end of the block and joined the shuffle.
6:08 p.m. Taken looking toward the zócalo shortly after I got into line:
Yon mother and child are not having a happy Christmas ~
Okay, admittedly I took some pictures out of boredom. However,this vision of paradise these bags of potato chips were to play a large part in my fantasy life later, as I waited and waited and waited.
The weenie wagon smelled wonderful, as they always do because of the bacon and onions with which they're cooked. They still taste like tasteless pink weenies. Rapt diners ~
The elotes and esquites (corn on the cob and seasoned kernels) wagon was also doing a thriving business ~
Might as well capture some culture. This is la Iglesia de la Compañía de Jesús.
from Wikipedia: located to the southwest of the Zócalo, built by the Jesuits in 1579. The towers were destroyed by a series of earthquakes and never rebuilt. Inside the chapel is a statue of the Virgin of Guadalupe with a prayer written in Spanish, English, Náhuatl as well as 12 other languages native to the state of Oaxaca, including 4 dialects of Zapotec.
Oh my gosh -- look how close we are! This is great. It's only 6:32. That took no time.
Okay, I have not abandoned this thread, but do have to go do some Christmas dessert-making.
However, in a barely disguised ploy to get appreciation and honor for my efforts, I will show what I (gladly) endured last night for your sakes. It wounded me to the marrow to think of you boys and girls huddled in your homes with no Christmas radishes.
I arrived downtown while it was still daylight, and went trip-trapping up the last block to the zócalo. Suddenly it struck me as odd that so many people were strung out in a fairly orderly line like that. I stopped and asked a lady, who confirmed my dread. This was indeed the line for the Rábanos. Yikes. She said, "Go ahead & get in line, it's moving pretty quickly." So I dutifully trotted back to the end of the block and joined the shuffle.
6:08 p.m. Taken looking toward the zócalo shortly after I got into line:
Yon mother and child are not having a happy Christmas ~
Okay, admittedly I took some pictures out of boredom. However,
The weenie wagon smelled wonderful, as they always do because of the bacon and onions with which they're cooked. They still taste like tasteless pink weenies. Rapt diners ~
The elotes and esquites (corn on the cob and seasoned kernels) wagon was also doing a thriving business ~
Might as well capture some culture. This is la Iglesia de la Compañía de Jesús.
from Wikipedia: located to the southwest of the Zócalo, built by the Jesuits in 1579. The towers were destroyed by a series of earthquakes and never rebuilt. Inside the chapel is a statue of the Virgin of Guadalupe with a prayer written in Spanish, English, Náhuatl as well as 12 other languages native to the state of Oaxaca, including 4 dialects of Zapotec.
Oh my gosh -- look how close we are! This is great. It's only 6:32. That took no time.