Late Thursday afternoon, I fell asleep on the sofa reading my Nook. I kept hearing a familiar sound, but couldn't figure out what it was. Suddenly I realized it was the rumble of horse hooves on the cobblestone street out front. I got to the front door in time to photograph the end of the rodeo parade on its way into El Centro. A friend staying farther south on the island described the parade as a bunch of people on horseback, Jesus in the back of a truck, and a golfcart with queens. (That would be rodeo queens.)
I missed everything but the cowboys and cowgirls on horseback.
Late Sunday afternoon, I heard a loudspeaker playing a catchy tune along with a siren and horns honking. I ran to the balcony once again in time to see what was happening.
A political parade! Just like in the U.S., 2012 is a Presidential election year in Mexico.
Juarez was a sea of golfcarts, motos, walkers, and white balloons.
And just as I was writing this post (Sunday night around 10:30 p.m.), I once again heard loud sirens and music. I ran to the top deck and saw a large procession headed south from El Centro on Medina. Now I'm waiting to see if the parade will come back to town down Juarez.
It's a lot of excitement for a girl from the burbs. Nothing like this ever happens in my neighborhood at home!
By the way, here's a glimpse of Sunday's sunset from the top deck!