Well, I experienced my first Mexican Posada on Saturday night. I have to admit, I was a little trepidatious before it. As you may know, I have little time for all thing religious. It just gets under my skin, and makes me feel like my brain is being sucked out. Don't get me wrong : I have a lot of respect for the kind of person who can, in the face of mountains of contradictory evidence, still insist on believeing the various tenents of any of the world's religions. I mean : talking snakes? Jeeeeze...
Anyway, I digress. I was very nervous about people coming into my house to take part in what is, after all, a religious cermony.
I really needn't have been. As I might have guessed, most people where only really interested in the food, the drink, the dancing and the piñata. Yes, there was the part where they ceremoniously re-enact the nativity. But it was actually very pleasant. This is where some of the the people go outside and sing a special "let us in" song. Then, the people inside sing a special "there's no room in the inn" song. It bounces back and forth for a while, before a joyous entry : Mary, Joseph and the donkey (I presume) are allowed entry. There is then much clapping and happiness.
This part of the tradition sure beats the crappy play put on by my school every year. I remember to this day feeling like a pillock in my tea towel and sheet. Those brought up in Irish (and I suspect Kiwi) schools will know exactly what I mean...
So the night was excellent. The food was fantastic : everyone broght sxomething nice, and I think I ate enough for the whole week ;) Jacqui's tamales came out really well. Now, I don't know a good one from a bad one, but to me they tasted good :)
Anyway : here's a selection of my favourite photos from the evening:
Anyway, I digress. I was very nervous about people coming into my house to take part in what is, after all, a religious cermony.
I really needn't have been. As I might have guessed, most people where only really interested in the food, the drink, the dancing and the piñata. Yes, there was the part where they ceremoniously re-enact the nativity. But it was actually very pleasant. This is where some of the the people go outside and sing a special "let us in" song. Then, the people inside sing a special "there's no room in the inn" song. It bounces back and forth for a while, before a joyous entry : Mary, Joseph and the donkey (I presume) are allowed entry. There is then much clapping and happiness.
This part of the tradition sure beats the crappy play put on by my school every year. I remember to this day feeling like a pillock in my tea towel and sheet. Those brought up in Irish (and I suspect Kiwi) schools will know exactly what I mean...
So the night was excellent. The food was fantastic : everyone broght sxomething nice, and I think I ate enough for the whole week ;) Jacqui's tamales came out really well. Now, I don't know a good one from a bad one, but to me they tasted good :)
Anyway : here's a selection of my favourite photos from the evening:
This is the piñata, hoisted up and ready to go!
The tamales looked fantastic in their basket. Check out the spread!
After the first one was successfully demolished, jacqui suprised everyone by producing this beautiful second one!
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