The Valle del Maiz festival, based in one of the oldest parishes of San Miguel, parades throughout the city on successive weekends in May. Sunday the 28th it paraded through the central Parroquia, where we chanced upon it. The seemingly never-ending sets of dancers were mostly representing indigenous groups in varied costumes, some maize-like, some skeletal, some more typical Indian dress, all dancing to drumbeats. We first notice that the drummers were strangely not-costumed, as if they were randomly recruited at the last minute. The dancers were mostly seriously focused on their synchronized dance – each group had a slight different step-pattern. But we also notice the syncretism between the Church and the local culture, wherein all the banners had a cross and holy phrase – and each group, no matter the costume, paused when it passed in front of the Parroquia church, took off their hats and knelt in homage, most making the sign of the cross as well. Then they stand up, the drumbeat starts again.
11oct22 story of Covid: I flew to Des Moines for a mini-reunion of Thomas cousins; flew back on Monday the 3rd. I did not wear a mask. Evidently I should have worn a mask, as I later came down with Covid. The infection could come from anywhere, typically airborne virus shed by someone in the communicable phase of the disease. Throughout my airport and flight experience was quite calm and uneventful, so my guess is the most likely vector for the virus was the deplaning time – people are really eager to get out, they are talking, pressing close together, straining to grab bags from the overhead compartment and coordinate with their partners, thus breathing heavily. Very few people wore a mask. I do not remember anyone coughing or sniffling or breathing heavily around me, but that deplaning process is always rather hectic. I did not press to go quickly, but I did not want to delay my windowside seatmate, so I joined the crowd. As it was, when I arrived at baggage claim, my suit
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