Mexico part end!
The wedding was between R's cousin F and his awesome Scottish bride who spoke Spanish like a champion. The whole day was dedicated to that for all of us, and it felt good...we all came to celebrate their reception at the other Air BnB'ed house, all dolled up for the day.
Waiters passed with fruity and tequila-y cocktails and cute mini-tacos and things. It was funny that I'd been so in and out of everyone's lives there - most remembered me, which was touching ^^ I only had like two memories of the groom F, in which I remember him being a young adult, slightly subversive with nice hair :P and now he was all older and clean-cut, and the subversiveness only showed in his bride, who wore a cute 50's style ensemble with skull rings and red netting. Seeing him suddenly grown, it was like he was an evolved pokemon :P
We'd all been scared leading up to it, hearing it was going to be 90 degrees out, but under lots of shade from umbrellas and tents things were quite pleasant! The existing surrounding plant life was accented by very colorful table settings and florals for a pretty, fresh natural air. The buffet boasted smooth cheese and chile soups, salmon with mole, savory beef and a host of sides. The cake was decorated as wood pedestals with pretty fruit and flowers. I got to laugh with R, his sis and some cousins at a chill table with a good view, and we ate and heard speeches and dedications, including a recording from F's brother stuck back in America ;_; super sweet!
Sadly I still couldn't breathe, so I discovered to my absolute chagrin that that meant I couldn't dance :( And the dancing went on forever, long into the night! I sat wistfully, but everyone around kept me cheery as rounds and rounds followed of desserts, mezcal popsicles, more drinks, photos, snacks, more dedications and more dancing and drinking (I had to decline the many shot rounds) cycled us into the wee hours, which topped off with a taco run by some cousins, brought back to us at the reception at like 2 in the morning :P everyone was sweet to me and I loved seeing R surrounded by his family, it was love everywhere.
the dessert table ~~D:
Finally we came back to our place and I crawled into bed, thoroughly drained (and terrorized by the scorpion from last entry), but had to get up early the next morning to go back to the wedding house for goodbye breakfast with all the remaining family! We got to see the place proper sans festivities and lounge around the pool eating posole and reception leftovers. I had a great conversation with bride and groom; everyone was cool and with luck they'll be visiting SF later in the year.
When I sat down with my bowl of posole I suddenly heard pointed meowing, and discovered a little stray siamese kitty on the garden wall calling to me for food ;_; He was all hungry and friendly and I ended up sharing out my chicken with all the little kids and everyone to feed him, and we all had a lovely time of it till the kids got rowdy and chased him away -_-
Got a little video of him/her too but this post is probably long enough :P
So after that we said goodbye to everyone at that house, went back to ours, napped, chilled in the pool and played around for a bit (I got a wreath of fresh wedding flowers for my head), said goodbye to more relatives, packed, slept, woke the next morning, said yet more goodbyes, embarked on the long bus back to D.F., finally got on the plane home...and I started to feel better almost immediately. -________-
Stupid lungs! Stupid altitude!
And speaking of lungs...*sigh*
There's a damper on my spirits, as I wrap this vacation posting up...still trying to remember not to let the sad feelings cancel out the good memories. I'd written up most of this post on Monday, when I got hit with the most awful news; we've lost a sweet and vibrant member of the BJD community in Kellyhime, after a brave battle with cancer, and ugh, how sardonic...I'm here tittering about my 3 days of not being able to breathe, while a person I know, a good and kind person, well...coincidence for ya. I wondered all week if I should not post, but I suppose life does go on and goes differently for all of us. It's so hard to fathom not seeing her again, organizing us all with a smile; she was kind of our local metup den-mother, there from the very beginning of BJDs creeping into my life, and a distinct and beautiful person.
Finally I decided I'll just post this, seeing as I already wrote it and that little siamese really was sweet. <3