Peter has my old cold (I still have a bit of it, too, I think) and it is hitting him pretty hard. Since we've returned to Morelia, he has slept a lot. We took the private room at the hostel (it's only a few bucks more than two dorm beds), and so at least he has a fairly comfortable place to be while he's sick. Private bathroom and everything!
This morning we were sitting at a cafe in the nearby plaza, and some people brought by a flyer for a concert tonight. I decided to go. Peter wasn't up for it, so joined me at the corner taqueria before we separated: him to lay down again and me to stand in a cold former cloister. The concert was great -- a ton of people. Oscar Chavez y los Morales were great -- traditional Mexican music played and sung beautifully. During La Llorona, the power gave up. Eventually, they got the sound back on, then some of the lights. Not far from where I was standing, a man lowered a huge power cord down from the roof, but they didn't end up using it.
One thing that surprised me: when the power went off, everyone clapped! I would have been insulted if it were me singing, but I don't think they meant it as an insult. It seemed more like a "we're all here together for this." and maybe a "I believe in you to fix this" They clapped again when the music was restored. However, one thought I had was "I thought Mexicans don't clap." Of course, one must not generalize, but for all the spectacular shows we saw in Guanajuato, there was always just polite-level clapping -- never cheering or anything, even when it was kids performing or taking a bow. So I thought it was something cultural -- just not something Mexicans do much. This crowd, however, cheered for the power going out, coming back on, and then for ideas they liked (the singer talked about how he had sung for the Zapatistas in Chiapas, and that was popular).
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