Little kiddies make an impressive pyramid at the November 20th parade in Ocampo.
Big kiddies make an even more impressive pyramid.
Pompom-wielding schoolgirls in formation.
The marching band watches the parade from the presidency balcony. Jacob, whom I hold in very high regard (if I say that instead of "whom I love dearly", I won't get nostalgic and sappy -- nobody wants THAT), is fifth from the right, crouching.
These clouds, seen from our kitchen door, are actually a poorly-camouflaged UFO.
Setting up the large artificial Christmas tree in Ocampo's main plaza -- a merrier version of this.
Jacob (left) and Cesar, two of my favorite Ocampo residents. That's Jacob's default facial expression. Isn't it a great default facial expression?
On the day of the Virgen de Guadalupe, children wore capes and danced for an hour outside of the church.
El Salto de Agua, which Eduardo, Fierros and I reached via river.
Eduardo and Fierros stand beneath my favorite street sign in Ocampo. Fierros looks particularly sexy with my sweater (which was dry; his t-shirt was still soaked from our swim in the river).
Fierros, Eduardo and Oscar take a break after climbing up the Cerro Camacho -- two hours uphill through forest.
We climbed the tower at the summit.
And gazed upon Ocampo, so far away. Oooooh . . .
Aaaaah . . .
Eduardo is much friendlier than he looks in this picture.
For posterity. (Eduardo carves our names into the bar.)
Here's the tower from below -- it is a tall one, eh?
Fake Christmas tree and real palm tree. I wish that you could go to Ocampo during the holiday season at night. The main plaza is full of Christmas lights, each strand of which plays a different Christmas tune, and the overall effect is god-awful. It sounds like a bunch of dying chipmunks, and it can be heard more than a block away. I laughed hysterically every time I passed through Ocampo at night, but nobody else seemed to understand what was so funny. Story of my life.
Karina, my English student and friend, posing in front of a pretty part of the Rio Puerco (the dirty one). She is great, and can say things like, "I didn't do my homework." She never said that, though, because she always did her homework.
Well, I feel accomplished! Now I just have another 87409872423 photos to post and I'm done with the Mexico series. I think I'll do pretty touristy pictures next to keep your attention.
Keep posting the nice pictures!
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