On Saturday, my friends Joan, Cheryl and I were going to an organ recital in Yanhiutlan. Joan came close to cancelling.
|The scene through|
She lives in Huayapam and there were festivities going on last week. The thing is, there's always festivities going on everywhere and somewhere in the state of Oaxaca. Granted, most Mexican like to party, but I suspect it is particularly true here because this is "the face of the nation."
Anyway, a drunken Mariachi band held an impromptu concert at 3 a.m., and decided to hold the concert right outside the property where Joan and Doug live.
Around 6 a.m. the concert ended, but all was not quiet because fireworks began.
"I forgot to write about the fireworks," I said, referring to my recent blog on the sounds of Mexico.
"How could you forget the fireworks?" my companions asked in unison.
"I don't know."
|the organ we came to hear,|
The organ recital was scheduled to begin at 1:30 p.m. We arrived on time. The church in Yanhiutlan is a grand beauty, and I was particularly impressed with the view displayed through the archway. We waited an hour, eventually giving up on the organ concert.
The people of Mexico enjoy their beer, mescal and tequila, and enjoy their music. What they refuse to be, outside of work situations, are people who pay attention to time.
When my friend Gandhi was married we were to be where the wedding was taking place at 2:30 in the afternoon, the ceremony would be at 3:00 p.m. Well, even the bride and groom showed up some time long after 3 p.m.
Friday night Joan and Doug suffered the sounds of Mexico. Saturday night it was my turn. About 7 p.m. the party next door began, and continued until 6 a.m. the next morning. I'm not sure, but I think university students occupy the apartment.
When I lived in Winnipeg, Manitoba, across the street there lived some frat boys. Now my old neighborhood wasn't the kind of place where frat boys would be tolerated, and when they had a drunken bash the police were called to break things up.
My Oaxacan neighborhood is as up scale in a Mexican way, as my Winnipeg neighborhood was, but here noise is accepted. In many ways the people of Mexico are very easygoing, or at least not confrontational. And so, if a person lives here, there's really no choice but to adapt.