Last night was a very busy one in the Merida social scene. We live a block or two from La Ermita de Santa Isabel, which is often prefaced with the words the beautiful. The ayuntamento (city government) is after tourist income in a big way, and part of the master plan is to make The beautiful La Ermita de Santa Isabel more of cultural center. Yesterday, there was the kick-off festival for the Day of the Dead. In Merida, we like to celebrate, celebrate early and often. So around 4pm the traffic on our already busy street started to stagnate. To add to the festive air, many drivers joyously used their claxons. It’s amazing the range of noise that car horns offer.
I missed the festival because last night was also the IWC’s anniversary party. The IWC is the Merida International Women’s Club. While our car idled it’s way toward La Ermita, we were passed by many pedestrians and bicyclists, among the pedestrians was the former governor of Yucatan, Patricio Patron, his wife and family.
Once we were free from the press of the crowd, we rounded the other church 2 blocks away, San Sebastian, (no beautiful in front of it’s name, but lovely, none the less), where there was a free public dance on the basketball court.
My husband, dropped me off at La Maestra’s house, he’s not the party type , so he, like you, gentle reader lives vicariously through me. The IWC party was great fun, it was held at the home of a member, the sort of house you see in Architectural Digest, gracious and lovely. The party was held outside, we also danced on a basketball court, though this one was more modest in size, more like a half court. Several of our friends left early, off to the opening of the new Jazz Club in Merida or to other social engagement. Early in Merida is 10pm. La Maestra has students on Saturday morning, and I am not as young as I once was, so we left at 11pm.
Today, was the IWC monthly business meeting, which I missed. I overslept and my legs ached from dancing in my little high heeled shoes. Today, I am in my normal aging hippie attire of Birkenstock sandals.
Oh, and on another exciting note, I have been reviewed on Ruminations of an Expatriate! He said some very nice things about me. Thank you!