Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Tourist Trip to Michoacan

My friend Susy and I recently took a 3 day "tourist" trip to Michoacan. We've been to this state southeast of Jalisco many times, but usually to look for new artesania or artists. This time we decided to see some sights like tourists.

Here are some atypical-colored street dogs resting under a truck.





This is another one for my Mexican Moments file. If you run out of room on your sign, just keep going on the next line . . . This sign is advertising "Coctel de Frutas con Chantilly" which translates, "Fruit Cocktail with Whipped Cream".




In the middle of a very small village we found a church with it's altar wall of gold. It was very dark inside the church, hence the poor quality of the photo, but it gives you some idea of it's splendor. We were told that the local priest was caught stealing gold from the church, so now there is someone to watch over the church day and night. When we were there a woman was sitting in a pew reading a newspaper, but keeping a close eye on us.





In the plaza of this same tiny village we found a carnival with children's rides. This old truck really stuck me as something special. I can image hours of fun to be had by kids riding around and around in circles.





In the churchyard of the Growing Christ (A statue of Christ was taken out of it's glass coffin to be cleaned and when it was returned it no longer fit. The foot portion of the coffin was extended about one foot to accomodate the growing statue.) we found these very old olive trees growing. I imagine they were planted back when the church was built in the mid-1500's. Their trunks were large around and looked like cork, with spindly growth at the tops.


Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Chicken or the Egg?

It just dawned on me today that I have given up caring about some things since I retired. I've given up caring about which came first; the chicken or the egg. I've given up trying to find out something that I don't have a chance of figuring out before I die, so why bother. Am I depressed or just pragmatic? Maybe I'm just tired, feel I'm without purpose and fear getting old . . .