Noah in a sombrero. Age 20 months. Photo by Tony DeSousa, the other grandpa.
By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger.net
We were in Mexico years ago when I was a visiting professor at the Guadalajara School of Medicine. I taught the students and gave lectures in a big stadium sort of auditorium with a glass booth high up in the back for simultaneous translation. They were very nice to us. Many of the students were American, so my jokes required no translation.
We went shopping in a little nearby arts and crafts village called Tlaquepaque where we bought this sombrero plus some tiles with goat hoof prints and an oil painting by a local artist. The mariachis followed us around town.
While we were there, I took a color photograph which won a contest and appeared in a calendar distributed by Pfizer Labs. Here is a link about that image:
We carried this sombrero back on the plane, and it has lived, unworn, in our home since then, waiting for someone to wear it. We recently gave it to Noah to remind him of his Mexican ancestors. (Actually, some of Eileen’s family escaped Hitler by moving to Mexico.)
Little Noah loves hats. Whenever I see him he takes my hat off my head, wears it for a minute, and then returns it to me. He complains if it isn’t on straight.
Well, guess which gringo found the sombrero recently? Maybe he will grow up to be a mariachi like the kid playing with the Mariachi Real de San Diego.
Youngest mariachi with the San Diego mariachi.
MARIACHI REAL DE SAN DIEGO: