The Agricultural Parade, Jocotepec, 13 January 2012

You will remember that in my last post, I told you that each parade during the Senor del Monte festival is sponsored by a different group.  The parade on 13 January was the one financed by the agricultural workers and their employers.  This is the one that likely has the most money behind it. 

First of all, there are more agricultural workers in the municipality of Jocotepec than there are in any other field [literally!], and second, it’s the largest “industry” here.  So between the contributions of the workers and the employers, there’s a comparatively large amount of money put into this parade.  And it shows. 

While most of the other parades feature groups from the neighboring pueblos, this parade brings them in from not only other municipalities, but from other states.   The bands are snappier, the girls on the floats are better dressed, and the floats themselves are more elaborate. 

That doesn’t mean they’re any better.  Just means they’re more decorative…in all senses of the word.  And that alone is a reason not to miss it! 

If you’ve read my blogs about Sahuayo, you’ll know about the tlahualiles.  And for this Joco parade, about 20 of them turned up in full regalia! 

My friend, Kathi, almost choked when she saw the truck unloading the headdresses, because we are two of the few gringos who have seen them their “natural habitant” Sahuayo:

But the folks from Sahuayo weren’t the only ones here for the parade.

There were these folks from, as I understand it,  Zapopan, which is kind of a suburb of Guadalajara: 

As well as these dancers from Tuxpan, Colima:

 

And these folks from I don’t know where!  But they were great! 

However, I do believe my favorites were local.  There is nothing that is like the sound that these “dancing shoes” make on the cobblestone/pavement/brick streets of Joco: 

They create their own rhythm without a need for a band.  Although these fellows do accompany them: 

When I heard tell of a fife and drum corps during my student years, this wasn’t exactly what I envisioned.  But, boy, does it work down here!

One of the other things I like about the dancing groups is that they’re composed of all sorts of people.  Old folks:

and kids:

Great looking young men:

and women who look more like me: 

And, oh, the bands!  They ranged from the very militaristic:

 

to the totally local:

to the mariachis:

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About Barbara

in april of 2008, i moved from the united states to mexico. during my working days, i held lots and lots of jobs....almost all chosen because they were fun or interesting instead of how much they paid. when i started thinking about retirement (in my 40s), i realized that i would never be able to retire to a country where english was the native language. and although i had traveled to every state in the US -- and lived in lots of them -- i had never been outside the country with the exception of canada and mexico. and since you now know that i could never afford to retire in canada (even to the french-speaking area), mexico won by default.
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3 Responses to The Agricultural Parade, Jocotepec, 13 January 2012

  1. Gaby says:

    Wow … really nice photo shots, Barb. Wish I could hear a bit of the music the bands play.

    Looks a little warmer there? But hey, it’s SNOWING here today, so I guess you’re right: warm is relative.

    Gaby from pdx

  2. Pingback: Day of the Farmer (Agricultor) from our Expat friends. : Jocotepec.com

  3. Gigi says:

    Great pix again! Love the costumes and musicians, thanks!

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