So...more on the day of independence. We left off in the middle of a tagine, I believe. Bruce finished cooking and we shared dinner with our Guate family. Our tagine was politely received but I´m not sure that it was totally appreciated (I loved it!). Their own garnachas were delicious: little tostadas with finely ground hamburg, finely minced onion, salsa (ie.sauce), and dry grated cheese. Yum. While we were cooking, Lilian had asked about American Thanksgiving dinner and turkey. Perhaps that´s what we should have prepared. Un otra tiempo.
Chicken mole in the making
The afternoon brought a downpour of rain, as often happens in the afternoon. By evening, we were definitely tired of our bedroom and decided to go out in search of some of the Independence Day activity. The streets were fairly deserted and therefore intimidating, but we found our way to the central park. There, in one area, were a cluster of folks setting off ¨globos¨, small (about 2 feet in diameter) hot air balloons made from colorful paper. They were fueled by waxy fires suspended beneath them, as well as puffs of human air. Three or four people would gingerly hold up the globo while someone lit the wax. Then they´d all blow carefully, trying to set it aloft. Some globos caught on fire and sent fiery paper cinders into the air. But some sailed up, up, up into the dark sky. The faces of the globos flyers held expressions of such joyful expectancy. Their bright globos seemed to be taking the hopes of the Guatemalan people right up to God.
The afternoon brought a downpour of rain, as often happens in the afternoon. By evening, we were definitely tired of our bedroom and decided to go out in search of some of the Independence Day activity. The streets were fairly deserted and therefore intimidating, but we found our way to the central park. There, in one area, were a cluster of folks setting off ¨globos¨, small (about 2 feet in diameter) hot air balloons made from colorful paper. They were fueled by waxy fires suspended beneath them, as well as puffs of human air. Three or four people would gingerly hold up the globo while someone lit the wax. Then they´d all blow carefully, trying to set it aloft. Some globos caught on fire and sent fiery paper cinders into the air. But some sailed up, up, up into the dark sky. The faces of the globos flyers held expressions of such joyful expectancy. Their bright globos seemed to be taking the hopes of the Guatemalan people right up to God.
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