Shout it from the Mountain Top, or at least at the Charreada

One of the events for the Independence celebration was a charreada. The closest thing I can compare it to is a rodeo. However, I've not been to enough rodeos to make comparisons. My Mexican hosts assured me that rodeo riders only took the events that they could copy but a charreada was much more. To be sure, there were lassos, bronco bulls, and very intricate horse footwork. There were also charros (riders at a charreada) in full costume with magnificent sombreros. The sombrero I got to see close up was embroidered with real silver thread.


The emcee was up in the audience with a microphone when I arrived. And, to be very honest, there were not very many gringos in attendance. So, when I sat down next to Rosie, the director of the school, he came over to find out just who I was. Rosie was more than willing to give him the whole scoop.


Not long after that, I heard my name boomed over the loud speaker. Three times! The emcee announced that an internationally famous artist was in attendance tonight. I wanted to take photographs for some drawings I'd create. So, please, let me take photos of whatever I wanted. And, with that said, I was escorted to VIP locations around the charreada to get the close up photos I really wanted. There certainly were perks for being an "internationally famous artist" at least for one night.

My Spanish isn't very good. I know I keep saying that, but it is so true. I didn't understand what was announced. I heard my name and Ohio a few times so I had a general understanding of the situation. It wasn't until after I left the event that I learned that the charreada was dedicated to me that evening. Viva Mexico!
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