Filed under: Photo, Short | Tags: 35mm, cantina, Chicago, DF, ful, Fulbrighters, people, Photo of the Year, return, sports
Too much going on to really put together a good coherent post, so for now more just a stream-of-conciousness mish-mash…
Never flying Continental again. I actually swore them off once already but somehow ended up taking them home yesterday. Random extra charges, big delay, crappy service, and having to fly through IAH… not a fun travel day.
Still dunno how we survived the my Final Cantina Friday. At least the pictures turned out awesome; let me know if you need any of these taken down for fear of never getting a job if these are found…
Our sweet (impossible to see) tattoos
The Cantina Boys
The Cantina Ladies. And me.
More Cantina
I miss everyone already.
One thing I can’t complain about: The amazing view of Lake Michigan I have out of my window right now.
Finally, the winner of the (possibly hijacked by unnamed gringo ninja) photo contest. Apparently humor trumps artsy-ness:
"What do you mean HE'S NOT MINE, Mary?!"
More to come when I have time to sit down and put more coherent thoughts together.
My last day in Mexico happens to coincide with the final game of the soccer season, and my team is heading into the game with a 1-0 goal advantage. While I can’t be at the stadium in Pachuca to cheer them on, I can at least give them an e-Goya:
Goya! Goya! Chachuncachun rah rah! Cachuncachun rah rah! Goya! Universidad!
Filed under: Photo | Tags: 35mm, cantina, DF, Fat Elvis Mariachi, Fulbrighters, people
Hey lover
Fat Elvis Mariachi, a cult hero among us cantina-goers, getting ready to give Mau a big kiss.
San Luis Tlaxialtemalco patient education project buddies
At the end of the day, we had more obstacles to overcome than patients to educate…
The Crucifixion, now with 20% more blood
Instead of a single Christ, the Arandas passion play had one for each station, along with the processional cross-bearing Christ flanked by Romans on horses. This picture was taken shortly before the procession reached the crucifixion site, as the various characters got into their positions. At the last minute, it was decided Christ wasn’t sufficiently bloody, and was called down off the cross to have further “blood” splashed, wiped, and poured all over him, returning to the cross just in time for the crowd’s arrival.
Mel Gibson would be proud.
