A morning of atole, tequila and negotiation in the mountain shadows
In this atmospheric 1992 narrative, former Guadalajara Reporter editor Allyn Hunt relates a tale of haggling for dog bones with a hungover butcher named Eladio Vázquez during a saint’s day fiesta in a rural Jalisco pueblo.
The heat of May is searing in the mountain ridges surrounding Guadalajara now. Below, where the great bowls of extinct seas are hosts to rural pueblos, the air is still cool at seven o’clock. There, women rinse the cobbles in front of their homes with pails of water, raising the sweet odor of dampened dust.