By rhartman:Bio on June 28, 2008
LATIN AMERICA, Mexico

A few days ago, we were invited to be godparents at a middle school graduation. This was for the daughter of a couple who we are friends with, and are also members of the church. They stopped by at about 11 p.m. the night before to drop off the official invitation we would need to attend. It stated that the ceremony would start at 4:30 p.m.
As godparents, we needed to bring a gift for the graduate, so we headed to the center of town where the typical graduation gifts are sold. We purchased a large bouquet of red plastic flowers that was decorated for a graduation.
When we arrived at the auditorium where the ceremony was going to be held, it was almost 5 p.m. But there was no need to worry - the program didn’t start until a little after 5 p.m. Shortly after it began, a mariachi band walked on to the stage. A group of students would walk through to receive their diplomas, and then the mariachi band would play a few songs, and so on. There was also a lot of dancing.
Two hours later, the graduation service ended and we were invited to the family’s home for a meal. By the time we left, it was pretty late in the evening.
On the way home, we realized just how “normal” everything had felt. A few years ago, I might have been bored by a two-hour long ceremony that started half an hour late. I might have been upset that we weren’t home by six or so (not the case for things in Mexico). Or I might have worried about what gift to bring.
I guess we have been here long enough that we were able to go, have a great time, and get home feeling tired but happy. And Trinity took it all in stride too. Although I suppose she has less adjusting to do, since she was born here ;).
Playing the time game in Mexico is not an exact science, and one that needs to be learned through trial and error. I remember a birthday party were were invited to during our first year in Mexico. The event would start at 5, we were told. Being good Americans, we showed up at 5:15 p.m. Well, the hostess had not even showered yet! Since they were typical hospitable Mexicans, they insisted that we come in. We waited for about two hours while the family finished getting everything ready and then a bit longer till the next guest arrived!
So it has been a learning experience. Fortunately, somewhere during our years here, our fast-paced American blood has slowed down quite a bit. We are now remarkably good at arriving late, and I must say I consistently do it ;).

Topics: LATIN AMERICA, Mexico