The city is getting ready for its independence celebration:
Flags hang everywhere,
the street vendors that usually peddle candy and cigaretts are now selling red, green and white trinkets;
my friend Gaby has been practicing her dance steps (mmm . . . zapatadas, I think she calls them.);
I bought an embroidered top and a dancing skirt for Selma;
I found something that will work just right to paint a little mexican mustache on Josu.
Tomorrow the festivities begin!