All after we’d gorged ourselves on the pre-meal treats.
#Celaya mexico weather feel series
We were eventually served in a non-stop series of dishes which were passed around the table (deep breath) in roughly the following order: quesadillas (to which of course you have to add salsa, pico de gallo, and grilled onions), chorizo, thinly sliced steak, hot peppers stuffed with cheese, and beans. From a distance we could see meats and other things wrapped in tin-foil, some resting on the coals, some above, but had no idea what it could be… except that we’d heard rumors of chorizo, Charlie’s new-found love.
We were introduced to Bertha’s fiancé (now husband) Daniel, who is both lovely, good looking, and speaks great English! Bertha’s dad put on an apron and a big straw hat and manned the grill for a while as we all go to know each other. Didn’t wanna be that weirdo so early on in the trip. We knew comida wasn’t going to be your average American lunch when he pulled over at a convenient store and made Charlie come with him to grab a case of Coronitas. Then dinner (“cena”) is something lighter around 8 or 9 PM for Jorge. Perhaps a salad or tacos, he says… This is the biggest and longest meal of the day and it can have multiple courses, soups, and maybe even steak. Around 2 or 3 PM, Mexicans sit down to comida. Almuerzo is a small-ish, optional, mid-morning meal, and sometimes instead Jorge just has light snacks or fruit instead. He said he had a light (or sometimes heavy) breakfast in the morning (desayuno) and maybe another small meal or bite before noon (almuerzo, but not in the sense of the Spanish vocabulary word which we all learned in school supposedly meant “lunch”). I’d heard that mealtimes in Mexico were a little different so I asked him to explain his typical eating schedule throughout the day. Jorge immediately asked if we were hungry (it was around 2:00 PM), told us he was very hungry (in English no less!), and then called home to prepare the women for our arrival. It read: “Rachel & George.” Apparently in the midst of wedding festivities, Bertha forgot Charlie’s name and just assumed that maybe it was George. It was so funny that I made Charlie bring the sign home – our first souvenir. Bertha’s dad (Jorge) showed us the sign that he’d planned to hold up when he picked us up at the airport.
We began our trip with the discovery that Bertha’s parents don’t speak much English, so our Spanish language hazing began immediately… which was ultimately a great thing as it forced us to practice right when we hit the ground. Also, they let us stay with them the first night! While, like she said, there isn’t much to do in Celaya, she and her wonderful family and friends were there to greet us (literally, her dad picked us up from the airport about an hour away) and then they proceeded to cook for us and hang out all afternoon. I couldn’t have planned a better welcome to Mexico than our arrival at Bertha’s house in Celaya. And a tequila and taco tutorial, of course.
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