Now I don't know about you but unless the said Conquistadors were able to clone themselves....and in that armor I doubt it, they had to have had a little bumping the nasty with the beautiful indigenous females in Mexico...which to me means....oh no dare I say it.....Mexican Indian blood also courses through their veins and mine (yay). But like immaculate conception, my relatives are Spanish not Mexican. So when in high school, I befriended a fellow mud blood whose family did celebrate El Dia, I was ready to parteeeeeeee.
|I just Los Novios....newlyweds|
My grandfather's funeral had sealed it for me. This was some crazy stuff going on. For prominent persons of his era.....wailers were hired. Town vieja locas, crazy women who could cry and moan on the almighty dollar call. Vigils and visitations and then....they went and sat in the cemetery and went back to the cemetery with food and cervezas to leave for the old guy......wait, that sounds a little.....uhhhhhh. Yea I'm part Mexican and am not afraid of the dead or death. So there, I've said it and I come out of the family "I"m afraid of the dark" closet.
|Miniature Ofrenda (altar) with good things to eat and drink|
|I swear, everytime I photograph this one...the spirits (upper left) want to be seen too|
Be blessed lovelies.
These last three are just part of the deco in my bedroom, thought I'd share.