Today is the birthday of La Virgin de Guadalupe. It would be hard to overstate the enormity of the adoration for this figure here. Many, probably the majority, fervently believe that México owes its very nationhood to her. More than seven million people gathered at the Basilica de Guadalupe in Mexico City for the big nationally televised ceremony that commenced shortly before midnight and proceeded on into the wee hours. Many of them had walked over a 100 miles to get there.
Of course the Virgin loves aerial bombs. They commenced to rock the place here at midnight.
As usual I was late to the party for the Virgin at the plaza in front of San Antonio church. Many had already left. It was disrupted by the restoration of the stone in the plaza that is ongoing. This was the first celebration of any sort there since I have lived here when all the streets are closed off. Nobody can drive in or out of the tennis courts right now.
Señora Maria opened a little taco stand at the second gate to the tennis courts. If you look closely, you can discern an imprint of the image of La Virgin de Guadalupe on the tarp hanging down behind the stand.
I am now the last person to question the rationality of all this since a large box of Little Debbie's Oatmeal Crème Pies, individually wrapped, arrived today from Portland. For the Virgin to do this for me on her birthday without my even asking it of her has put me in her camp for the duration. Frank was her instrument incarnate for this errand. The Virgin allowed Frank to take a cut off the top of two Crème Pies, individually wrapped, for himself, just like a drug dealer.
It is 79° F. here today, 27° C. Another beautiful day, and a perfect one for the birthday party.
For those of you who do the New York Times crossword puzzle regularly, the answer to the clue "Spanish pot" is olla. No need to thank me.