We have a friend who was born in Mexico City, a million years ago. Oh Juan did I say that out loud? Why yes hijita you did, and now you can't have my tequila bottle collection and no more sharing of "real" margaritas tambien.
Oh he is so old, he'll forget....or not.
Anyway, several years ago when we were younger puppies, we had a BBQ in the backyard and invited Juan and his gorgeous (younger) wife Stella to come and help us celebrate Cinco de Mayo. Juan was confused when he got here. I mean I decorated with all the tacky red, white and green stuff I could find. I had sarapes, big straw hats, confetti eggs, streamers...you woulda thought it was San Antonio in April.
Why would I be celebrating such a (his words not mine) insignificant holiday that hardly anyone in Mexico even paid attention to.? His lecture went on to tell me that this date was just a little victory for the Mexican people.....but the 16th of September, now that was a day to.....I think I fell asleep about then because well....I still celebrate Cinco de Mayo and don't celebrate in September.
Mexico is such a huge country and there are so many ethnicities that make up the population. Mexico is not just made up of one group, but many ethnic backgrounds, just like the USA. Sorta like saying hey how come folks in SC celebrate Okrafest, folks in CO celebrate Octoberfest and NM celebrate balloons and green chile? I didn't want you to think I was making a statement about Cinco de Mayo. Besides Juan is of European ancestery, not indigenous ancestry so his take on things is different.
Okay so in the ensuing years, I have found that like St. Patrick's Day, we Americans have gotten ahold of someone else's holiday such as Cinco de Mayo and made it a day to Partee. I don't know about you but okay. and. really?
May the 5th is a day to celebrate. It is my GereaKaye's birthday and today she is a double digit. And yes, "I am feeling different", she indicated this morning prior to leaving single digit status and prissing out the front door. As I have said so many times before, she cracks me up.
Happy Birthday to the sweetest and funniest and wisest (why I oughta, yuk, yuk, yuk) double digit granddaughter in the world. Love you GK.