She's going to love it!

I remember going to something as a child with my parents, there were mariachis and food and flowers and beautiful women. I don't know what the occasion was that brought my white parents to this place but I've loved mariachi music to this day. :)

Those damned Puerto Ricans, with their knives and dark rhythms, side stepping dances and camera stealing ways....

jeje. pat. that's great. i love my memories of mi cultura latina, those i have. we didn't go tonight, tho...we ended up going out for mexican food instead. we're going to go on sep 16. same day we did last year, i think. :) it's a three day festival here.

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i know rafa! damn sexy thieves.

Fireworks tonight here in Mexico! We only live a few blocks away from the delegacion, so we will be able to hear the big party from our house and will have a good view of the fireworks from our back balcony. I don't like crowds so we will stay home, there will be thousands at the plazaq for the grito..not for me.

I have the picodillo simmering on the stove for chiles en nogada, I spent yesterday afternoon peeling the walnuts for the sauce. Yum.

Viva Mexico!

¡Viva México!

how beautiful that sounds....i too avoid crowds often, mamá. but here its theonly place to be surrounded by so much cultura. at least where i live now. i will hear the grito, like last year, too, with fireworks in the park for the third day of Fiesta Latina. but i think we do that tomorrow here.

enjoy esta noche! eat a chile for tu amigo nezua. :)

Thanks for making it easy for lazies like myself to read your prior posts (red ink cheat sheat) From last year's post on La Fiesta:

"Suddenly you are in an alternate Mainstream. It is this alternate Mainstream that the Neo-Nativists today fear. It's fine if we're lopsided with the pale on top. But flip the script, and people are freakin' out! WHOA there, María! Why should I have to hear Spanish in a public setting?
It's when you go to Spanish Harlem, or parts of Washington Heights, or Miami, or to a ¡Fiesta Latina! that you really get a refresher and a reminder that you live in a dominant White Culture; one that gets to make all the rules about faces and languages and values placed on same."

I love that; that is perfect.

And it is a good little reminder that even just one month focused on this culture is a start to bring some of the different sides of the fence together. A window to free my mind, and to teach mi'jos again that white is just one of the shades of skin, English just one of the shades of tongue.

I love this time of year in the Middle-of-the-Middle-of-the-Middle, aka my hometown. These festivals take over -- from the colleges bringin' the communidad into their celebrations of Latin American history/culture to the Catholic church parking lot booming the mariachis' on amplifiers, and even the grade school teachers spending time teaching units on Mexico, dios de ojos, Mayan culture, Cesar Chavez, and Frida Kahlo.

And this year, it even spread a little into the summer months when the (ohmigod) county fair even featured a Latino-themed bandstand day for music groups. And luckily the Rush Limbaughs and Glenn Becks and Lou Dobbs of the world never caught wind of it, because far as I can tell, most people around here didn't seem to think it was the end of the world. (I guess because no washed up angry man on the radio said so.)

I see this month's festivities as another sign the troublemaking closeminded crabbies can't stop la gentes. The melting pot of America has Oktoberfests, Juneteenths and La Independcia de Mexico to celebrate. Ain't nobody going to stop it. And if they try, that sopa's just gonna bubble more and more, simmerin', simmerin'.

Saw one hater post on this locally-run site about Latino Heritage month: "When do Americans get our month? All we get is July 4."
I guess that didn't surprise me. We hear it anytime someone in the comfortable majority sees a snapshot of the other shades of America. The heritage months and whatnot that find things topsy-turvy, how did you put it, the not so pale side on top.

oh, yeah ... and mariachi mama I can almost smell your kitchen.
Describing the peeling of walnuts, nice touch. I bet that's some tasty stuff.

Yo envidiosa!