Wednesday, December 27, 2006

White Christmas

We had a white Christmas for, I believe, the first time since we’ve lived here (7 years). Now, I know that all of you who don’t live in Colorado picture us Denverites digging our way out of our snow caves in the spring, our new cubs born during the winter blinking in the unaccustomed sunlight. Nothing could be further from the truth. We are in the rain (and snow) shadow of the Rockies, and only get 15” of moisture per year. As Tom likes to say, Denver has two seasons: hot-and-dusty and cold-and-dusty. It’s even more unusual to get heavy snow during the winter months; our heaviest snow months are March and April. But here we are a week after the blizzard, still bouncing in and out of icy ruts on the side streets and we’re expecting ANOTHER heavy snowfall starting tomorrow. What’s going on here?? Looks like Lillia is getting her wish for non-stop blizzards.

Our neighbor’s south-facing roof last Friday. Guess which way the wind was blowing?


Unfortunately, Lillia has come down with RSV (respiratory syncitial virus), so she probably won’t be playing outside during this next snowstorm. She’s also had an upset stomach, so we spent a lot of time on Christmas Day cleaning up vomit. Ah, the joys of parenthood.

A couple of Christmas photos, pre-vomit:



Presents are as much fun to sit on as to open.


Lillia is adept at taking off pants and skirts. When she learns how to get a onesie off, she'll run around naked all the time, even in winter.

More later.

Suzanne

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Blizzard

While the Great Blizzard of '06 has stranded 5000 passengers at DIA, indefinely suspended mail delivery, bus service, and garbage collection, and even (gasp!) shut down the shopping malls, Lillia wishes we could have a blizzard every day.

Lillia is always willing to pitch and help.

Lillia and her best friend Isobel, who lives across the street, get a ride from another neighbor.

The happy passengers.

Lillia and neighbor Patrick with the igloo Isobel's and Patrick's mother is building.

Tom attempting to excavate one of our cars .

The Prius is staying put for the time being.

Back indoors, Lillia looks very dashing in the tree skirt.

I've spent the past two days baking panettones for all and sundry. Which reminds me, I'd better go and check on my loaves upstairs. More later.

Suzanne

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Tlaquepaque Redux

We are finally better, having come to the conclusion that almost all of our meals in Mexico were really great. But moving on to some final pictures...

So what does Princess Ramiken do on her final day in Mexico?

She provides an interview to a group of schoolboys in the Tlaquepaque market.

She teases daddy by practicing "tumbling exercises" close to the edge of the pool.

She confers with Princess Brisa, heir to Quinta Don Jose.

She communes with Chiquita,the Quinta Don Jose mascot who is reportedly the outcome of a breeding experiment involving 10 types of dogs and one type of bat. (I believe Chiquita was attempting to teach Lillia the basics of telekinesis.)

"Kiwi. Kiwi."

A soft focus moment.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Sick Days

Suzanne and I have both been sick the last couple of days. Lillia, of course, is well, as she has the most powerful immune system on the planet, tested and tuned in southern China. More from our trip maybe tomorrow.

Tom

Friday, December 08, 2006

Tequila!

As Napa is to wine, Tequila is to, well tequila. The town is home to many tequila enterprises, and surrounded by vast fields of agave, the plant from which tequila is derived. In a moment of inspiration, the Spaniard colonizers added the step of distillation to what was essentially an indian wine derived from a kind of cactus, and in an instant, made the margarita and modern civilization possible. Some photos:

Two pictures taken near the entrance of the Cofradia estate, showing neat rows of agave.
These had been trimmed to encourage the plant to grow more leaves, increasing the size of its pina heart and the output of juice per plant.

Each plant reproduces by sending out runners, which are collected and planted for the next generation of crops.

When the size of the pina (also the Spanish word for pineapple) approaches the size of Lillia, the plant is cut loose from its root and the spiny leaves are removed.

Yes, Lillia, the field workers carry a life-size model of you so that they can judge when it is time to harvest each plant. Yes, I agree, it is a quite clever arrangement.

The pina are then cut in half.

They are tossed in a gas oven and roasted by the ton.

This is the interior of an oven at a smaller tequila distillery.

Abel, our guide, brings us a piece of the roasted agave, which is about as sweet as a roasted sweet potato. If you click on the image, you should be able to get a better look at the roasted pinas behind him.

The roasted pinas are then crushed for their juice. This was done at one pointed with large mill stones. Now the process has been mechanized.

My friend "Lefty" Gonzalez reminds me here to make an appeal for industrial safety at any and all of these steps. So please, mind the slippery floor.

The juice is collected in large vats--these hold 18,000 liters each-- and then fermented.

Following fermentation the juice is then distilled.

Here the freshly distilled tequila is being drained into a plastic bucket where a worker (not visible here) is checking its specific gravity. No, I am afraid they don't sell it by the bucket. The largest bottle I saw was a mere 5 liters.

The clear tequila is either then bottled and sold immediately, or placed in oak barrels to age a bit and further develop flavor and color. These white oak barrels were brought from Canada, where they were originally used to age whisky.

The final product, in 5 liter bottles. It is recommended that no individual consume more than 1 bottle of this size per day.

A final note: no pictures here of the town of Tequila itself. There was a festival going on during our visit with a requisite 200 decibel explosion every 15 seconds or so, which drove us out. I asked a local what the festival was about, to which he responded, "EH?"

Tom

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Water Baby

Here is a picture looking across the courtyard from the garden towards our front door. You can see why we need to keep keep a close eye on our little girl.
She does love the water, and took my hand to bring me back again and again to the edge of the pool so that she could dangle her feet in the water and make little splashes.



We visited Lake Chapala today, about 45 minutes south of Guadalajara, and the hot springs at San Juan Cosala, where these next four photos were taken:

Man, she is a happy little girl.

Mom looks happy too.

Come to think of it, so do I, when you can see my face.

There.

Tom

Food

Now a photo from Casa Vieja, one of many wonderful courtyard restaurants here in Taqueplaque:

This was a low light photo, requiring a wide-open stop and a 0.4 second shutter speed. I am showing this because 1) this truly was a striking restaurant interior and 2) I am amazed that the Canon image-stablization technology allowed me to take this photo under such low light conditions without a tripod.

This next photo is of Lillia, slightly annoyed with daddy as he takes yet another picture of her when what she clearly wants (dare we say needs?) is another handful of cheerios added to her stroller table. Daddy just doesn't get it.



Love to all.

Tom

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Brisa

Brisa is the 13-month-old daughter of the owners of Quinta Don Jose, where we are staying.




Two cuties in the same building. What are the odds of that?

Tom

Bronze Age II

We thought we would share this moment captured with a Tlaquepaque local.




Tom

Bronze Age

Certain streets in central Guadalajara have been closed to auto and truck traffic--a merciful relief from the acrid smoke one contends with when walking along this city's thoroughfares. We came upon a display of surrealistic benches in a square surrounded by both ancient and modern buildings, some begun in the 16th century and completed in the 18th or later centuries, probably when more money became available. Some pictures:

The cute ones.

Princess Ramekin.

His Baldness.

Finally, two photos: one of the roofscape of the central cathedral (an edifice built over several centuries), and one of a building next to our B&B, lit by the late afternoon sun.



Cheers to our many readers! (We think there are about four of you.)

Tom