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Expats in Mexico

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Well, no one stopped me, so here is a lovely essay about American Expats in his native Mexico by Arturo Garcia, who is now a Mexican expat and wonderful artist and poet living in the U.S. I guess we traded places:

If there were Americans in Chapala, in Ajijic there were even more. They met at the Old Posada, at the Plaza, at the restaurants in La Montaña, and at the Lake Chapala Society. They had large houses in La Floresta, in Rancho del Oro and more in the heart of town where they felt part of the native community. Those who chose to live in town were not bothered by the cocks that began to crow in the corrals at five in the morning or by the dogs that barked all night at some opossum or some nagual soul that arrived in the shape of an owl. For them, the superstition of the people was ancestral mysticism and they saw it as part of our culture that they had learned in books and that the townspeople without knowing, lived by innate wisdom and by being direct heirs of the Indians who survived the conquests. People had that in their blood and Americans were attracted to it because everything was authentic.

Americans who were touched by the magic of the town left everything behind to stay. Many set aside their piece of land in the municipal cemetery because that was how great their love for the town was. Sometimes they used the politics of their country or the state of social decline as an excuse, but the real reason they did not return was not known to them. They were simply bewitched by the spirit of Ajijic and there was nothing to separate them, not even death.

They, the Ajijic Americans, stood out by their way of dressing, by the efforts they made to speak Spanish and did not judge the native ways of some inhabitants who refused progress, on the contrary, they went to the store with their huaraches and embroidered morral bags made by Huichol Indians while the women came out with their Oaxacan blouses looking and feeling like Frida Kahlo herself. It was nice to see them with their Mexican hearts blending with the locals, putting aside their cameras to hang Wixarika morrales on their shoulders when they decided to stop recording memories with the 35-millimeter camera roll to start storing them on the roll of memory living the experience permanently.

Photo: Pedro Loco. Inside Lakeside.

HERE is a link to Arturo’s website. Go here to see his art. 

Jesus Lopez Vega’s New Mural, La Vieja Machis

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After he finished the murals on my house, Jesus Lopez Vega went to paint a fabulous mural on the outside wall of my friends Candace and Bob’s house.  They had a sort of ribbon-cutting for it yesterday where Jesus explained the symbols of the mural and also talked about the book he has written on the history of the villages on the north side of lake Chapala. Hopefully, it will be published next year. Here are some of the photos of the mural and the people who came to its grand kickoff. You can click on the photos to enlarge them and read captions.

Jesus was held captive by this mural for the five weeks he worked on it.
His wife Berta kept the studio open to viewers while his son Eduardo assisted on the mural.
Here it is in its entirety
and here are the folks who showed up for the unveiling.
as well as four apartments that they rent out. This is a photo of some of the folks who live there.
Jesus, Candace and Bob in front of their new beautiful mural.
This is one of the thousands of small sacrificial votive clay figures, thousands of years old, that have washed up on the shores of Lake Chapala. Some of them are featured in the mural.
And here is the mural closer up with no people obstructing the view!
Michicihualli is the woman spirit of the lake who provides all of its bounty. This mural is in tribute to her and to the fertility of the lake.

The mural is located at the corner of Zaragoza and Nino Heroes in Chapala. It is two blocks north of the Malecon and two blocks east of Francisco Madero, the street that the church is on.

Blackbirds over Lake Chapala 2

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A couple of hours of looking through old photos of the non-digital sort yielded two photos of the blackbirds whose sunset flights were described in this poem. In these photos, they have not yet gathered into the chains they form to fly to the cornfields between Chapala and Guadalajara. Here they are just lifting out of the acres of cattails that rimmed the lake back when it was shrinking in size. This is just one wave of birds. After it lifted, there would have been another and another—tens of thousands of birds—as I recall, some yellow-winged and some red-winged blackbirds. In the years since then, the lake has thankfully come up to its original banks, as at the time I moved here in 2001 there were places in which you had to take a taxi from the pier to get out to the lake. It was estimated that the lake would be totally gone within five years, but luckily people banded together to save it. I’m glad to have the lake restored and there are still thousands of white pelicans as well as numerous egrets and herons and other birds, but I do miss those glorious swells of blackbirds.

(If you want to see the birds, you need to click on photos to enlarge them.)

 

Night lifting of blackbirds from the cattails .
Snowy egrets still abound lakeside.
Fishing boat
Thousands of white pelicans winter at the lake, then and now.
Egret
Blackbirds flocking to fly to the cornfields between Chapala and Guadalajara. And to the trees in town plazas.
Snowy egrets

Catfish Afternoon

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I took my visiting friend Christine for a ride around the lake and into Michoacan to Petatan, a little town out on a peninsula that is home to dozens of fisheries and a few restaurants where the catch is about as fresh as it can get. Thousands of egrets, gulls, coots and black wing-tipped pelicans float and fly back and forth waiting for fish parts to be tossed into the water. In the restaurant we chose, the day’s special was blackened catfish and as you can see below, Christine enjoyed every moment of hers. A non-fish-lover, I opted for quesadillas and beans! (Please click on the first photo below to increase the size of all photos and to read the captions.)

When we got to Petatan, there were plenty of other people there to eat at the fish restaurants and view the birds.
The first thing we saw upon entering the open-air restaurant was the kitchen. The special that day was catfish and so Christine ordered it.
Thanks to the fact that we arrived early, there were few other diners, so her order was not long in coming.
By the time we left, however, the large place was packed with up to 20 people at a table.
She lit into her whole catfish with relish.
So how do I approach this?
Can’t be so hard.
At first , I’ll approach it logically
and seriously.
This goes here,
and this goes here.
She finally got tickled over the whole adventure
and eventually downright silly.
Nonetheless, she got the job done, stripping the catfish down to the bone.
And while we ate, this was the show we watched outside the floor-to-ceiling windows:
We drove out of Petatan along a newly paved road, past this wall with scenic openings, and a bit further into Michoacan.
We eventually turned around and drove back to Tizapan,
To view this lovely old church.
Christine had a peek inside
where she was surprised to find a wedding going on.
We left the churchyard
and found this weekly market going on in the street near the church.
This young man, although heavily burdened, was happy to pose for us.
We, however, were in search of fruit and vegetables, so we passed on by, loaded up our shopping bags, and headed home. The end.

Sep 20, 2018 Lake Chapala Sunset

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There were so many wonderful phases of this rapidly changing sunset, that I couldn’t cull out any more than I have.  I am perhaps excessive, but this sunset certainly was as well, so I feel I’m justified.  If you click on the first photo, it will enlarge them all.

 

Water Fetish

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Water Fetish

From my time of birth up to my years septuagenarian,
if it were my choice, I always chose to be riparian.
I hate the sound of silence, for I find it rather static,
but I love the sound of water, be it tidal or erratic.

A little water rushing by or falling from a height
is lulling to my hearing and pleasing to my sight.
It contributes to my happiness, creates a sense of calm—
a sensory diversion that serves me as a balm.

So to add to my contentment, no need for feast or cake.
Just plant me by a river or a waterfall or lake.
All I need is just a little water in my view.
If you want to make me happy, just provide the H20!!!

Click on any photo to enlarge all.

The prompt words today are erratic, feast, riparian and contribute. Here are the links:

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/09/12/fowc-with-fandango-erratic/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/09/12/wednesday-rdp-feast/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/12/riparian/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/09/09/daily-addictions-2018-week-36/contribute