OUR HOLY WEEK (Semana Santa) festivities kick off today with a huge artisan market downtown on the main plaza. At least I think that’s true because I saw lots of vendors setting up shop late yesterday.
We’ll know for sure when we get downtown this afternoon to sell pastries.
Semana Santa and the Day of the Dead are our two big tourist draws each year. It means clogged traffic and mobs of people and other inconveniences for those of us fortunate enough to live here, but it also brings money into town, always a good thing.
I took the above photo today. I shot the video below yesterday. The tinkle of wind chimes are from us. The cackle of chickens are from next door.
It’s how things look and sound around here in dusty, dry springtime.
WHILE THE BIG adolescent birthday above the Rio Bravo is Sweet Sixteen, down here it’s the 15th, which we call quinceañera. Quince is 15 in español.
The Hacienda marks its 15th birthday this month, which is to say it was complete, more less, and we moved into the house in May of 2003. It looked like this:
We hired no architect, and we used no blueprints. We drew what we wanted on graph paper and handed it to “the guys.” This is how part of it looked:
My civil engineer child bride drew the top part, which is the downstairs terraza. I was not planning on arches. That was her good idea. The bottom part was drawn by me. It’s the downstairs floor plan.
Now you know where everything is. Downstairs, at least. We only planned on building the downstairs initially. We were going to wait to do the upstairs, but “the guys,” three of them, plus a helper, were so responsible and talented we didn’t want to lose them, so we continued nonstop with the upstairs.
I took photos of the entire construction process that lasted nine months. They were digital photos, and I stored them on my computer, a computer that suffered a hard-drive meltdown when all was done. I lost all the photos.
Moral: Always create backups.
Here’s a view from 2014. It’s not much different now:
I often crow here about the place because I’m proud of it. While the two of us did it, I did the lion’s share, most of the design, almost all of the color, almost all of the interior artwork. Some folks find it overboard, especially inside.
I don’t care. I love it.
I’ve lived here longer than anywhere else in my life. Runner-up goes to a house in Jacksonville, Florida, where I lived with my family from age 7 to 17.
Second runner-up is the Houston home I shared with my second ex-wife from 1986 to 1995, just one year less than the spell in Florida. There is no third runner-up because I moved around too much.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined myself, a middle-class Georgia Cracker, living in a place like this, but here I am. Not only that, but with a lovely child bride. At times, life exceeds expectations greatly.
Sometimes I think I should pinch myself, but I might wake up.
ONE OF MY numerous talents is an eye for photography. I have a separate website where I post black & white art, I like to call it.
These photos have been on Flickr for quite a spell, and there were a number of thumbnails here on the main page to entice you to go take a look. Those thumbnails are gone now because Flickr has been sold to SmugMug.
Flickr, an arm of the miserable Yahoo Empire, was free, but SmugMug is not, so I am not making that transition because I already have a photo website that I pay for, SlickPic, and I’ve put the art shots there.
In so doing, I trashed about a third of the photos and saved the best.
While the above SlickPic link takes you to the home page, this link will take you directly to the art shots. There is also a permanent link in the Bookmarks in the right column. Thanks for passing by.
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