Yesterday turned into a Mexican heritage day for Lorena. When she was shopping, she found a prickly pear cactus outside one stores with bright purple tunas. She harvested a couple of them on the spot and plans to prepare and eat them later this evening. Not sure whether that thievery or not.
Then, on the way home from Granbury, she saw that the matachines were out dancing in the parking lot of the Catholic Church across the street from the home where we have our Sunday morning meeting. She stopped to watch for a bit and talked to some of the people who were performing the traditional dance to/for the Virgin of Guadalupe. In one sense, this is very sad to us for many reasons, but the people were sweet, sincere people who really did not know any better. They very kindly and sincerely invited Lorena into the mass that occurs after the dancing, but thanked them and was grateful they let her use the church restroom, then wondered what the people thought when she entered the church without crossing herself. This all coincided with the Feast of the Immaculate Conception Day, something Lorena’s family calls Concha’s Day–Grandma Conchita’s given name is Concepción Aurora, so this is always a day that they tease her about. We were pretty surprised when we saw this all happening up here in Texas, but when we thought about it, we really should not have been.
