We spent the better part of yesterday afternoon sitting in the bed of a pickup truck. With a beer. Or two.
It was one of the best events we've ever been to in San Pancho. A fundraiser for San Pancho's Catholic Church. Equally attended by gringos and Mexicans.
It was a rodeo.
Pure Mexican fun. Music at its loudest. Tostados at their overloaded best. Horses in all their beauty. Steers in pickup trucks. And the romance of cowboys. Silver trappings and spurs.
Oh yes, a Corona truck doing a booming business in ice cold Modelo and Corona. (Now, I know what a cowboy keeps in his saddle bags. Beer!)
There's no place to start. The little kid fully dressed in matador clothes. His friend, also about three, dancing to the music, in time. Boys a little older trying their luck on the mechanical bull. And, later, big guys trying it as well.
In the beginning, for food and drink, we sat on beer chairs in the shade in the pavilion. You know, beer chairs. Plastic, usually found in San Pancho's beach restaurants, advertising beer. Popcorn, tostadas, fruit. Something, I don't know what it was, in a big silver cooking pot. Two local bands played and everyone just sat and sat and ate and ate and listened.
Then, action! With steers, horses and cowboys all having arrived in an assortment of pickup trucks, everyone grabbed their beer chairs and went to the bullring to watch. That's when we crawled into the truck. To better view the action.
To see dancing horses, steer riding and roping, more bands, more dancing horses, more cowboys.
You know, it was just plain fun. San Pancho at its Mexican best.
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