¿Guana Come Visit?

We´ve made it to our first marker. One month, wow! In the beginning... no it´s not what you think. When we first arrived time seemed to go on forever, day after day. Today as I write I am shocked to see that we have been here an entire month. I must admit we were really starting to get annoyed with the dear ol´ Guantajuanteco´s (if that´s what the call themselves) let me be one of the few people who´ll tell you this. They can be a really rude breed. We walk into a store my dear little sister, my sweet well behaved daughter, and cheerful spanish speaking me, and we are greeted rudely, rather we are not greeted at all. They will then go on to pretend, that they don´t understand what I am saying. Finally we´ll work up the nerve to ask for the smallest bit of assistance, and what do we get? I´ll tell you, we get this look of total annoyance. Here is an example of the people at their best. My adorable sister Felisha spots an old man walking with a handmade wooden bookshelf, she does believe it´s a beautiful work of craftsmanship. After some haggling, they finally agree upon a price and my sister walks to me carrying a three tier bookshelf with the cutest, proudest smile. We see this as a win win situation. We have helped out this older gentleman, relieved him of this weight and we are the proud owners of our first piece of furniture. Well wouldn´t you know it, the people of Guanajuato did not rejoice in our happiness, instead everyone (stress on everyone) turned around and gave us dirty looks. We got on the bus ( we were asked to sit at the back of the bus, hmmm sound familiar?) Without fail everyone turned and looked at us in disgust. What did we do wrong? I guess I´ll never know. Just when we thought we were doomed to live in negativity and major attitude. Things take a turn. Am quite sure you´re all familiar with a day called, El 16 de Septiembre. Felisha, Bobbie Rose, and I felt that we should be better than the people here, and find joy in their celebrations. We head out for the infamous "GRITO". It is about 9 p.m, it´s pouring rain, but we are troopers. We get as far as the bottom of our callejon, we have walked for less than 3 minutes and already we are soaking wet. Now I won´t name names but someone thought that if we dressed appropriately for the weather we´d look silly, and too touristy. Our jeans are soaked up to our knees, all our layers have been penetrated and we are soaked and not to mention we look absolutely ridiculous. In less than 3 minutes we are drenched. We almost continued, but the genius of the group, again I won´t name names says to her sister and her own daughter, " We should really go back up and change while we still have a chance". The two agree and then all 3 girls go up and change into some warmer clothes. The rain never really let up, we look as touristy as touristy can be. On the bus people already seem a bit friendlier, they smile at our silly, wet appearance. We arrive to Alhondiga, we buy funky hats, sombreros, and what we thought were horns. We head off for a late dinner, we have pozole not just any pozole but green pozole in the spirit of the holiday. We enjoy a slow dinner and at 10:50 find a nice spot to view the GRITO. Well wouldn´t you know it the people have all decided to put away their ugly, and show joy and laughter. I could not that the people out on the streets were the same people I had to endure every other day. The people out on the streets were funny, happy, and capable of laughter. They we not even the least bit annoyed when Bobbie Rose went to blow her horn, and instead blew white foam all over everyone. Her mother however was quite annoyed because she sprayed her straight in the face, nose, mouth, and eyes completely covered. We found a taxi and called it a night. Now In all honesty I can elaborate on most of this points. I think the best thing to do is let the pictures speak for themselves. I am not sure how soon I can post the pictures, we are waiting for our Internet provider to show up. Whether or not he ever shows up, only time will tell.