Every village has one for the saint’s day of their town.
Vendor booths spring up like grass as fireworks rain down.
Bottle rockets all day long are auditory pollution.
Newcomers often fear that it is a new revolution.
Thousands in a day explode, from predawn into night;
so gringos living in the town often just take flight
for the two weeks of fiesta that happens every year
as loud music and announcements join the assaults to the ear.
But after thirteen years, to me it’s just become a joke.
I simply plug my ears and down another Rum and Coke.
The Prompt: Write about a strictly local event in the place where you live as though it were an entry in a travel guide.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I remember our first night at our vacation rental home in Jocotepec! We didn’t know what was going on. There was a huge party in the vacant lot right outside our bedroom window that went on until way past midnight. The next day we found out it was a party to celebrate some of the kids confirmation. Our thought was “OH NO!, This is not going to be a relaxing vacation!” But, we ended up making friends with the wonderful people across the street, they apologized, and life went on. But, of course, there still was the church bells, fireworks everyday at dawn, gas trucks and advertising trucks with loudspeakers driving up and down all the streets. All part of the colorful life in Mexico and it becomes part of the tapestry. Of course, the fiestas are much bigger events. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em! On vacation it was fun. Maybe it would require “medication” after a while 🙂
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Asside from an occasional yappy dog, none of this bothers me anymore, but I am glad we live well above the town. Imagine living near downtown Ajijic or San Antonio during fiesta…with twenty thousand bottle rockets going off during the ten day celebration.
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When I was little, a long time ago, the family had driven down into Mexico on the way to see relatives. We woke up one late night thinking war had been declared. It was just the firecrackers that were part of the celebration of the local saint. I love Mexico!
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I do, too, Angeline. My husband and I had exactly the same thing happen on our first trip to Mexico. We had flown into Oaxaca and heard all the gunfire in the middle of the night and thought, “Revolution!” Funny how that is in our consciousness, to associate Mexico with revolution.
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