Friday, April 29, 2011


For Doña Graciela's late husband.

Giving one of the dogs, Prieto, a bath.


The busy market at Tepotzlán. Many carnival drinks come with this delicious spicy-sweet chile rim.

Anna and a Chinelo, a traditional dancer of the state of Morelos.


Not even the cutest of perros callejeros could replace my Foxy and Mona.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Morning 13

I woke at Doña Graciela's very early to the sound of many more roosters (and dogs) than in Zihuatanejo. The morning was cool and lovely.

Doña Graciela's wedding portrait. Her husband passed away just this last Christmas, but her resilience and spirit of overcoming is incredible.

Great Friday: Amatlán de Quetzalcóatl

Early on the morning of Good Friday, we hear the sound of singing from the roof. The processions, which occur in many Mexican towns, mark this sorrowful, Catholic holiday.

Jesus being whipped. I believe they stop 12 times for each station of the cross.

En route to Amatlán de Quetzalcóatl. Love the conflicting symbolism.

Quick transfer in the indigenous/touristic town of Tepotzlán.

We arrive to Doña Graciela's home to a delicious meal. Mmm... mole de camarones, papas y romeritos.

Graciela's grandson and one of the pups.

What a violet kitchen! The bay leaves in the corner are burnt for luck.

Doña Graciela and the silly, smiling American.

Walking around Amatlán...

La gente de maíz (the people of corn).

Quetzalcóatl, Nahua deity born in Amatlán.

Three of Graciela's grandchildren.

My new boyfriend, Pinto.

Morning 12

Anna's roommate and co-worker, Alendi, was kind enough to let me stay in her bed while she was away in Puebla...