Highlights of my last week in Mexico include the Day of the Dead celebration on November 2nd and my "graduation" from school last Friday. Here are a few pictures.
Claudia and Edith award me my diploma. Despite Edith's Anglo appearance and first name, all the teachers were native Mexicans.
My friend David, a talented photographer and filmmaker. David is over 70 and was in Mexico for a semester to brush up on his Spanish.
My friend Mike, a librarian from Portland currently intentionally between jobs. After a semester in Mexico, he thought he might go down to Guatemala to study for awhile. He didn't seem to like the idea of plans, but he was sure he wasn't going back to the library.
Juan Carlos, who taught most of my grammar classes and who was even more fun than he looks in this picture.
Two burros just outside the door to the school. Burros are still used to carry heavy loads up the steep streets, much too narrow for cars. This load was a little too big for a single Mexican laborer, but I also often saw workers carrying up sacks of cement or propane gas cylinders which had to weigh well over a hundred pounds.
The altar made by Mexican students at our school in remembrance of a secretary who died last year. Everything on the table, including placement, had a practical or symbolic value for the spirits of the dead loved ones
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Street art produced by public school students for Day of the Dead. Materials consisted of various seeds, beans, flowers, and dyed sawdust and wood shavings. These were all gone the next day.
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