Sunday, April 6, 2008

My Friends



























I try to spend part of every day with my Mexican friends. First, it helps me to improve my Spanish (lost cause?). But more important, it makes me feel part of the community and yes, even a bit Mexican.

Wherever I go, whatever I do, whenever I interact with locals, I try to learn peoples' names and something about them. Often this leads to more substantive
relationships - I meet their wives, children, grandchildren, etc.

Some of my relationships have been documented in prior blogs; for example, Victor at El Pollo Machin, Gustavo at the Honda dealership. Today's blog continues that tradition.


One of the people I see and admire most is Raul Vazquez, who sells watches and jewelry. He and his son (also named Raul) live next door to their shop, and share the workload. They work six days a week. Raul has a daughter, son-in-law and grandson who live in Ashland, Oregon. He almost always has time to spend with his friends, including me. In fact, he has so many friends, that sometimes I have to stand in line to chat with him. Although both Raul look quite serious in the photo of the two of them, they generally have smiles on their faces.

















He is also a talented clock repairman. He is responsible for maintaining the town's main clock, in the clocktower at the town square (el Jardin). The mechanism of this clock is more than 100 years old and was made in France. It's quite a responsibility.

Raul's shop, though small, is full of hundreds of clocks, watches and gold jewelry. It is neatly laid out and maintained. No job is too big or too small for this father and son team!













Another person I see frequently is Ramiro Ramirez, who owns the gym where I exercise (theoretically) frequently. Ramiro was trained as an attorney, like his father and brothers, but he and his father own el Lobo (the wolf) gymnasium. His father (also Ramiro) was a former Mr. Mexico bodybuilder. At 63, he still takes care of himself and still competes. He also rides Harleys and cuts quite a figure in town!

Ramiro, Jr., my trainer and friend, is the person who named me Superman. When I started training with him and he heard that my name was Soberman, he dubbed me "Superman."
He has taught me many Spanish words and expressions (most of which cannot be printed on this blog). Ramiro is, like his dad, a Harley fanatic. He has taken long rides on his Harleys, and hopes to ride to the Harley factory in Wisconsin this summer for an anniversary ride. I have invited him to visit us in Michigan if he gets to Wisconsin.

A third friend is Eulalio Rios (or, as I can him, Sr. Rios). He is a talented blacksmith. Make a drawing or show him a photograph, and he can make almost anything in metal. He has made us light fixtures, bannisters and handrails, a coat rack and a wine rack. He works with his four sons, and also rides an ancient Islo motorcycle. His moustache and demeanor are unique. Like my other Mexican friends, he always has time to shoot the breeze with me.

Below are images of some of the work he had done in our house.

Light fixtures....

Wine rack....

Bannister....

Close up of bannister.....

I'm running out of breath and room to list my other San Miguel friends and acquaintances.

You have already read about Linda's friend, cook and student Laura. Here the two gorgeous women are at an opening featuring Laura's prints!




















Peter Leventhal, a talented artist...(www.peterleventhal.com). A new friend, but we hope to see more of him soon.


















You also have seen pictures of Jorge and Patricia, wonderful friends, though you probably have not seen Rhonda, the doberman who belongs to our friend Wendy Salinsky.























Finally (or at least finally for this blog), we have a new acquaintance Norwin Chow (his grandfather was Chinese). Norwin and his brother Leo own a small restaurant called Tako Skina.















"Tako" is a play on the word "taco", which is, essentially, all they sell. "Skina" is short for "esquina", or corner, since the four seat restaurant sits on a corner.














Norwin cooks over a barbecue inside the restaurant! He is the cook, waiter and probably washes the dishes also.









He makes chicken, meat, fish, shrimp and portabello mushroom tacos, as well as delicious beans and cole slaw. Three tacos and beans for 50 pesos (about $4.50). A delicious lunch!


Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Tchotchke Heaven


Is it tchotke or is it chotchke or is it chochki?




Tshotshke, tshatshke, tchatchke, chachke, or chochke?






There's even a Spanish word
"Cachivache" that means and
sounds remarkably like "tchotchke."









No matter. However it is spelled it was at the Uruapan craft market this weekend. For the second year in a row we drove 150 miles (a lovely drive, by the way) to Uruapan, an otherwise undistinguished city of about 200,000. Once a year it is host to a two week event, where thousands of craftspeople from surrounding towns in the state of Michoacan (like Michigan, means "land of many lakes") bring their craft items to market. The main market is held in a giant tent about three blocks long. In addition, there are other venues where various items are exhibited, and where events, such as an indigenous clothing show, and a mini-food festival, are held.





We did just about everything in two days, starting with our mid-day arrival on Saturday. First we made a whirlwind tour of the market, with only minor purchases. Just a warm up, so to speak.








































Later we attended a show of indigenous folk costumes (trajes), modeled by lovely young women, presumably from the city's most prominent families. The clothing was lavish, especially considering that it was primarily worn by peasants. They also did some folk dances while walking down the runway.












Make sure you play the two video clips above and below!

























On to dinner at a lovely hotel, Mansion del Cupatizio (name of river where hotel is located). Speciality was "trucha" - trout - presumably from the river. Let's hope the delicious flavor wasn't due to toxic waste!








































After dinner, a walk through the displays again. We didn't buy too much. Fatigue was setting in.


On Sunday we woke to another beautiful day. At 10:30 the Concurso opened to the public. These were the prizewinners! We scooped up three lovely pots - one copper and silver, two clay. The place was mobbed - one day only. It was held in an old fabric factory...a big beautiful open space







Shopping sure works up an appetite! On to the food fair! Linda and Alice got some new recipes!



















They watched a woman make two tone gorditas - Mexican pita pockets filled with cheese, vegetables or meat. We also ran into some picturesque street musicians, playing terrific music!









































One of the treasures we purchased was a clay roast chicken store.






Before leaving town we went to a small park with lovely waterfalls and lots of food and souvenir vendors. Below are Alice and Max Neufeld.





























Here's Linda trying on a dress. How will this play back in Detroit?


Perhaps this sign is more effective than "Keep off the grass" or "Do not pick flowers".

























































THE END!