07 May 2010
A bit about the character of the month of May here. Every month has its own distinctive character. I have lived in Mexico for nearly a year now, having crossed the border on June 3. Last May I was still fooling around in central Texas at this time.
I returned to find the campground entirely empty with the exception of my friends from Germany, Joachim and Bärbel, the Pan-American travelers who adamantly insist every month that they are about to leave and never do. They have been here since before I came. The tourists are gone. The city is relatively quiet. There are no huge fiestas in May. Cinco de Mayo is not celebrated in Mexico as it is in the United States of America.
It is very dry. The mornings are cool. I had breakfast at an outdoor cafe this morning at approximately 9:30 a.m. after dropping off my truck for service. When I left to go there, it was 62° F. (16.7° C.). I have been walking around town since, but in the afternoon it is time to get out of the sun. By mid-afternoon the temperature has risen to 95° F. (35° C.). The sun is powerful at this altitude. I have found that it is very effective for making sun tea by the way.
The stores routinely close at around 2:00 p.m. and reopen at 4:00 p.m. They then stay open well into the evening. One adopts the lifestyle that includes the afternoon siesta very quickly simply as a result of the May weather pattern. It is the way to go.
This lifestyle is also very lethargy-inducing, however. That is in great part the reason that I have not been putting up entries here as regularly as previously. Second, and very surprising to me, I have had to re-acclimate to the altitude all over again since my return from the Midwest on May 1. I have not had much sap.
I am coming around now, however, and will be back more regularly henceforth.