It is a warm sunny day here and rather quiet as Alamos celebrates Dia de Madre. There were quite a few loud parties Sunday night and now, on Monday, families trek to the Panteon where they will pay respect to deceased mothers and grandmothers and aunts and sisters. Graves will be swept and flowers and wreaths will be placed among lighted candles, very quiet and personal.
Later today, music and laughter and the smell of carne asada will fill the air as the fiestas celebrating this special day begin again in earnest.
I have my own little celebration going on today. I am celebrating the fact that I am finally over my ridiculous mini state of depression after losing the Hilton Garden Room.
Below you can see the destruction, the rubble, the mess. The lonely fan left to spin in the afternoon breeze. The wooden beams which are home to termites, the dead branches of the bouganvillia to the left of the portal columns. The edge of the tinnaco which was emptied and moved to the good roof. Above, the old wall which is adobe and possibly over one hundred years old, meets the ladrillo wall to the right.
Now, come with me and we will walk through the door straight ahead and turn right through another doorway. We are going to see the new room. It is the room which will eventually become the master bedroom, but for now, it will be where we spend our time in the evenings and it is where we will sit out the spectacular thunder and lightning and rain storms that will start in late June.