Attentive readers will have realized by now that I am Catholic--thus, not Jewish and not very familiar with the customs of Jesus`s religion. However, I am aware that Passover begins next week and that during Seder dinners, participants consume sweet and bitter foods as a reminder to accept the bad along with the good of life. In this spirit, I am going to recount two stories that shows how this applies to me in Mexico.
Yesterday, I was in a bad mood as a cold was coming on and the kids at work had been particularly grabby and demanding. The week overall had gone poorly because Jessica and I had been to a third government office due to our ongoing struggle to obtain visas to stay here. We`ve had to deal with stacks of paperwork and regulations like the offices not being able to provide photocopies of papers they have given us even though they are the ones who need the copies. It`s always a rush to get to the offices as they`re open to the public only during the morning hours and every time we go we come back with a long to-do list. We have made at least a dozen trips total and have just realized it would have taken less time and money just to leave the country for a weekend and return on a tourist visa.
Rather unhappily that evening, I walked into the parish and saw two, huge, beautiful horses grazing in the lawn. (The animals are too be used in the forthcoming passion play.) Their owners let Jessica and I climb up on them and we rode them bareback through parish grounds. I had been riding a few times before, so I new enough to maneuver the horse and it was thrilling to be able to ride it without the hassle of finding a ranch, paying for lessons and staying on a trail.
Still, my grumpiness returned today since I now have a cold and I had to fill out more paperwork for visa. (Can anyone tell me if my forehead has a normal, high or low slant?) However, I was cheered by the addition of two new horses and a pony at church and by the fact that my ride extended to the streets of Santa Fe.
Where I`ve lived in the States, horseback riding is costly and time-consuming, but it was run of the mill here. While I am sometimes baffled by lack of organization in Mexico and frustrated by the unexpected, what goes along with that is being able to do things like hop on a horse out of the blue. (And by the way, a donkey as well--last week I took a ride on the church`s now neglected burro.)
Though it seemed like the week would end on a positive note, I am right now awake at 4 in the morning due to noisy neighbors. Recently,after weeks of construction and jack-hammering, a tire shop opened next door. Now we are dealing with things in front of our door like controlled fire tires and the cars of customers.
I have seen the owner doing business from nine in the morning to midnight. However, I am remiss to give him too much credit for being a hard worker as the shop often seems like a place for him and his buddies to hang out. The drink beer, listen to music and stand on the sidewalk waiting for customers at all hours.
Tonight, music has been coming from the shop at random intervals and the streetlight that the shop installed (that shines directly into my bedroom window) has been left on. I don`t know the owner well enough to ask him to pipe down and calling the police is useless here. This is the downside to living in a place where things are so uncontrolled. (Though on the bright side, I appreciate the owner`s taste in 60`s rock music.)
As I am groggy from sleepiness, I can only wrap this up by saying that I have shared a few good antecdotes but am missing a punchy clincher--let`s accept this and see what tomorrow holds.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Fish Tales
In my hometown of Pittsburgh, advertisements for fish sandwiches signify that the season of Lent is taking place. Probably because of the city`s large Catholic population, almost every food place in the city sells huge slabs of fried fish and mayonnaise between rolls of white bread, despite the fact that Pittsburgh is nowhere near the ocean. This harkens back to a time when Catholics could not eat meat on Fridays. Now that the ban only takes place during Lent, the fish sandwiches are promoted and on sale at dive bars, restaurants and fast-food joints during the days leading up to Easter.
In Mexico City, Lent has been much more in-your-face, beginning with Ash Wednesday when my house was turned into a drive-up for people who wanted ashes stamped on their foreheads. In the United States, Catholics typically go to Mass on Ash Wednesday and ashes are crossed onto their foreheads in order to signify repentance. In Mexico, there are various points at places such as chapels and churches where the devout can go to have ashes put on their foreheasd. The night before Lent at the parish, we sat around carving crosses onto the ends of wine-corks. The corks were used to make markings on people`s foreheads, as the women here like to have neat crosses on their faces instead of smudges. The next day, various people came to quickly get ashes from the chapel in front of our house, including those who would run off buses and cars at lights and the elderly and in-firmed who didn`t get out of their cars and instead had ashes delivered to them.
The church was mobbed with people who wanted to get ashes and vendors took advantage of this by selling toys, snacks and sweet treats outside of the parish gates. Apparently, Mexicans only fast for half the day on Ash Wednesday but since I did the traditional Roman Catholic fast, I was a little irritated by the temptation of food right outside the church.
Since the beginning of the year, one of the church`s youth groups has been practicing for the Passion Play, so I have grown accustomed to men carrying around heavy crosses and being whipped with plastic brushes on the parish lawn. I was surprised the other day when the director came riding into church on a burro--the donkey is going to be used for the play and a Palm Sunday sermon.
On Friday, Jessica and I stopped in the Cathedral in the Zocalo and on our way out we ran smack into six men dressed in shiny, blue fish costumes. They made their way into some sort of fish show taking place in a tent nearby, which I assume was happening in order to remind people not to eat meat fish on Fridays.
As for my own Lenten goals of abstinence, I am feeling pretty healthy without alcohol despite occasional cravings for a beer. My biggest test came last night when Jessica and I attended a small party at Javier`s house which lasted until four in the morning, so I did a lot of sitting around and watching everyone else consume tequila. However, I was able to observe the culture of the country--Javier brought out his guitar and he and his male family members challenged each other to sing song lines and responses on the spot. The lines were rhyming insults regarding each other and their ex-girlfriends and drew a lot of laughs--I couldn't`t understand what exactly was begin said, but got the gyst of it. Of course there was salsa dancing--unfortunately, a lack of alcohol did not improve my ability to dance or help me forget that I lack rhythm, and I`m afraid that when it comes to salsa I`ll forever be limited to twirling and tossing my hair.
Regarding my other goal to be careful about what I consume and buy, my circumstances are helping me with that. Leaving Santa Fe is somewhat arduous as riding the bus is time-consuming and uncomfortable and I don`t really have an income to buy things. So despite the fact that there are things I`d like to buy, it`s easier not to, and anything I do end up purchasing helps the small merchants of Santa Fe.
One thing I have realized since coming here is that the United States lacks a shared culture and history. In Mexico, I have had the chance to spend time with people of various economic statuses with wildly differing levels of education. However, everyone seems to know the same dances, cheers and songs. While I love that various ethnic groups in the States have their own customs, there is not as much that unites everyone.
It`s interesting being a Catholic here as it makes me like I share something with most everyone as we grew up attending the same services and celebrating holidays in similar. In the United States, I had few Catholic friends and religious activities were not big part of my life so I wonder what the adjustment will be like when I get back. For now I`m just trying to avoid being in the cross path of whips and animals, and I`ll worry about finding a good fish sandwich when I return.
In Mexico City, Lent has been much more in-your-face, beginning with Ash Wednesday when my house was turned into a drive-up for people who wanted ashes stamped on their foreheads. In the United States, Catholics typically go to Mass on Ash Wednesday and ashes are crossed onto their foreheads in order to signify repentance. In Mexico, there are various points at places such as chapels and churches where the devout can go to have ashes put on their foreheasd. The night before Lent at the parish, we sat around carving crosses onto the ends of wine-corks. The corks were used to make markings on people`s foreheads, as the women here like to have neat crosses on their faces instead of smudges. The next day, various people came to quickly get ashes from the chapel in front of our house, including those who would run off buses and cars at lights and the elderly and in-firmed who didn`t get out of their cars and instead had ashes delivered to them.
The church was mobbed with people who wanted to get ashes and vendors took advantage of this by selling toys, snacks and sweet treats outside of the parish gates. Apparently, Mexicans only fast for half the day on Ash Wednesday but since I did the traditional Roman Catholic fast, I was a little irritated by the temptation of food right outside the church.
Since the beginning of the year, one of the church`s youth groups has been practicing for the Passion Play, so I have grown accustomed to men carrying around heavy crosses and being whipped with plastic brushes on the parish lawn. I was surprised the other day when the director came riding into church on a burro--the donkey is going to be used for the play and a Palm Sunday sermon.
On Friday, Jessica and I stopped in the Cathedral in the Zocalo and on our way out we ran smack into six men dressed in shiny, blue fish costumes. They made their way into some sort of fish show taking place in a tent nearby, which I assume was happening in order to remind people not to eat meat fish on Fridays.
As for my own Lenten goals of abstinence, I am feeling pretty healthy without alcohol despite occasional cravings for a beer. My biggest test came last night when Jessica and I attended a small party at Javier`s house which lasted until four in the morning, so I did a lot of sitting around and watching everyone else consume tequila. However, I was able to observe the culture of the country--Javier brought out his guitar and he and his male family members challenged each other to sing song lines and responses on the spot. The lines were rhyming insults regarding each other and their ex-girlfriends and drew a lot of laughs--I couldn't`t understand what exactly was begin said, but got the gyst of it. Of course there was salsa dancing--unfortunately, a lack of alcohol did not improve my ability to dance or help me forget that I lack rhythm, and I`m afraid that when it comes to salsa I`ll forever be limited to twirling and tossing my hair.
Regarding my other goal to be careful about what I consume and buy, my circumstances are helping me with that. Leaving Santa Fe is somewhat arduous as riding the bus is time-consuming and uncomfortable and I don`t really have an income to buy things. So despite the fact that there are things I`d like to buy, it`s easier not to, and anything I do end up purchasing helps the small merchants of Santa Fe.
One thing I have realized since coming here is that the United States lacks a shared culture and history. In Mexico, I have had the chance to spend time with people of various economic statuses with wildly differing levels of education. However, everyone seems to know the same dances, cheers and songs. While I love that various ethnic groups in the States have their own customs, there is not as much that unites everyone.
It`s interesting being a Catholic here as it makes me like I share something with most everyone as we grew up attending the same services and celebrating holidays in similar. In the United States, I had few Catholic friends and religious activities were not big part of my life so I wonder what the adjustment will be like when I get back. For now I`m just trying to avoid being in the cross path of whips and animals, and I`ll worry about finding a good fish sandwich when I return.
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