Erica’s family left yesterday morning. It was a great week–fun to see them discover Guanajuato, fall in love with it, and enjoy some sunshine while the weather back home continued to break records for cold. Also fun to spend some concentrated time with the “boys” and get to know them better as young adults. Terrific young adults.
Antonio and Eloisa, along with their daughter, Monica, came for lunch on Wednesday. Like all of us, they were amazed at Aidan’s grasp of Spanish and invited him home with them to practice speaking and to help prepare for the taco stand that night. A great opportunity for him!
A couple of days later, we descended on their house for a meal. Much laughter, few photos. But here’s one of Darren—who managed to avoid the camera most of the week—and Antonio. “Three Amigos” they said: Antonio, Darren, and Don Julio (in the bottle). Darren has become quite a connoisseur of tequila and tried to sample as many varieties as possible—always, of course, in moderation! I think Don Julio still ranks number one.
I don’t have as many photos of this visit as I’d like since, I confess, I opted out of a number of the tourist excursions that I’ve already seen a million times. On the last day, we all met in one of our favourite plazas for a mid-day meal. We ordered agua fruta—a wonderfully refreshing Mexican drink made from a variety of fruits— took some photos, and waited. And waited. (Shades of windows.) The drinks finally came, but no one ever took our orders. At last, we paid (reluctantly) for the agua fruta and moved on to another restaurant.
That evening, Isaac—Antonio and Eloisa’s 22-year-old son—stopped by to spend some time with Gavin and Aidan. After an awkward start, the three found their stride, switching languages as necessary. Issac speaks better English than we thought, and Aidan did a lot of translating. Plans are now afoot for a visit to Canada. Alas, no photos of that evening. And none of Isaac. (Gavin? Aidan? If you have some, send them to me.)
Then, to end the day—and the trip—on a high note, the three guys, along with Jack and Erica, walked to the centre to join in a Guanajuato tradition: the Callejoneadas, groups of wandering minstrels (estudiantinos) who lead tourists through the back streets, singing and joking (and drinking) as they go. I wasn’t there, so am depending on Aidan’s photos. But it’s pretty clear a good time was had by all!
Now, a few days of relaxation (and dentist appointments!) around here, then off to North Carolina for a reunion with two high school friends, Marilyn and Carolyn (and Carolyn’s husband, Carl.) Then, back here for another month before heading north.