The holiday hordes

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An artisan vendor relaxes with a smoke at his stand on the sidewalk.

THE HOLIDAYS over Christmas and New Year’s, and even onto Three Kings Day (January 6) when Latino kids get their gifts, have become a traffic nightmare here.

I don’t like it.

It got worse when a hyperactive mayor decided a few years ago to gussy up the town big-time, and that included a spectacular Christmas display on our sprawling plaza.

Well, what’s to be done about it? For me, nothing. Suffer in semi-silence.

And take a few photos.

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Typical sidewalk scene over the holidays. Shove your way through.
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How do I look? Buy the darn earrings and go back to Guadalajara!

22 thoughts on “The holiday hordes

    1. Ricardo: Quiet is not simply good. It is excellent. Back to my quiet routine? Well, hardly, because we still have to soldier through New Year’s and Three King’s Day. We’ve hardly started. Pray for me.

      And saludos to you too.

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  1. In our travels we have always tried to avoid peak times because of the crowds. Never visit a European beach in August. The weather is still nice in September. Same goes for Easter in your country. It may be a nuisance for some, but I’m sure the town benefits greatly from the economic windfall. I imagine a lot of the local merchants make a big percentage of their yearly income during the holidays. And there’s nothing wrong with prosperity.

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    1. Jonas: You are quite right about prosperity, always a good thing, but you inadvertently brought up a point that makes the rounds hereabouts. Does anyone here much benefit from these mobs aside from the merchants directly on the main plaza and a couple of blocks on each side? I rather doubt it.

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      1. I would think the benefits would get spread beyond just the main plaza. Some employees of those businesses will make extra money from tips, for example. Cab drivers will get more fares. The businesses may hire on extra help during that time. Local artisans may sell more product. Restaurants will buy more produce from suppliers. The owners and employees, the cabbies and artisans will spend some of the extra income locally, maybe near businesses in their neighborhoods away from the town center. Anyway, just my point of view.

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        1. Jonas: And a perfectly good point of view it is. I suspect you are right to some extent. Maybe a great extent.

          But it all does not improve my life and, of course, that’s what’s really important!

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  2. This may sound odd coming from The Hermit King of Barra, but there are times of the year I really enjoy the bustle of crowds. This is one of those times. There is something rejuvenating about crowds. But I am just as happy to retreat to my little unpopulated kingdom by the pool.

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  3. Crowds are germy, especially in holiday periods. We become recluses where there will be crowds, shopping hordes, etc., except for grocery shopping. Gotta restock the larder. That being said, it’s mainly to protect our longevity.

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  4. I have a few friends down with one thing or the other. Crowds of people mean people spreading the plague of one kind or the other. Oh, well, ’tis the season. It will return to the peace and quiet soon enough.

    Nice pics, by the way.

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  5. One word comes to mind after this post. Curmudgeon! Not entirely accurate because you don’t seem to be angry or ill-tempered.
    I just enjoy hearing complaints about the hustle of life.

    I love the crowds, and children running, making noise. I just like to watch from a distance.

    Felíz Año Nuevo!

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    1. Dave: I have been called curmudgeon before in my life … various times. But, as you note, I am not actually angry or ill-tempered. I am a steady fellow.

      Felíz Año Nuevo back at you, señor.

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  6. I am afraid you are becoming a cranky old fart. Be happy you are still alive to see all the action. If it bothers you so much, you could just fort up behind your walls and let it go past. But I suggest you cheer up and go with the flow. Start by going to your wife’s family’s New Year’s blowout. It might be fun. Live a little. You never know when it will be “game over.”

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    1. Señor Gill: Yes, in some respects, I am a cranky old fart. It’s a suit that suits me well.

      As for going to the kin’s all-night blowout, yeah, sure, when Hell freezes over. The next day, they’ll be catatonic from lack of sleep, especially the older ones who cannot grasp that all-night celebrations are suitable for young people, not us, and I will be fresh-faced, relaxed and bushy-tailed.

      I have my priorities straight, thank you.

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