Count your age by friends, not years.
Count your life my smiles, not tears.
|Decorated panga before heading to sea|
Nikki gets startled each time the thunderous sound of the fireworks travels through the anchorage. Her barks echo back in response. She is guarding her dear Déjàlà well.
We visit Bucerias the day they have the blessing (benediction) of the fishing pangas to help the fisherman with good catches in the upcoming year.
|Adding the final touches|
Plastic bags were cut to make pompoms, streamers or flags of various shapes. These were then hung on various sticks or branches in the shapes of arches or crosses. Balloons and plants would accent the lot. Everything meant to last only the few hours of the event which is a trip to the beach at the base of the church where the blessing would take place.
|Many come on horseback|
|In background: the line of pangas awaiting to come ashore|
Once all pangas had landed, the procession would go towards the church to complete the ceremony.
|Ceremonial dancer in front of the church|
|Same dancer, older woman, other view|
A few swimmers joined the parade, eventually making it to the beach. One with a lighted torch somewhat like the one you see at the Olympics. It must have been tiring to swim this far with one arm up in the air all this time.
|Would you trust the food at this oyster 'bar'?|
Through it all, there is so much pride in Mexicans, rich and poor, it is infectious. They do so much with so little and are happy with little. They also give so much. We have a great deal to learn from them on this level.
|That's how to water street plants here...|
Clever Boat Names: Sea Note, Sea Meant, Pied à Mer, L’eau Life