Luis Cariño was invited to sing "Las Mañanitas to Francisco's mother.She had her birthday and a good guitar player with a so so voice was good to have. Luis accepted happily. From "La Tequisca" he drove his motorcycle towards Huitzuco as if there was not anything better to do that day. And there wasn't.
Luis got food and tequila. He had a lot of the second and couldn't drive back to his abode high in the mountain. Francisco let him sleep in the house downtown where only a dog lives. There he slept all night, and early next morning Francisco went to wake him up. Luis had to go for his peasant chores early at dawn.
Mr. Cariño Marbán is a relative of grandpa Manuel Uriza Marbán. He also was a peasant, but as far as I know he didn't drink that much after a serenade. Grandpa Ismael, further south in Guatemala, was known for his heavy drinking and playing the marimba. Ismael Cajas was his name.
The things one finds out when one is back in ancestors territory.
Somehow I feel I belong here, as if I had tenure when in reality I am just a guest scientist.
Go figure.
Thanks, Manuel, Ismael, Ramiro Humberto, and all the others that came to this continental lands all the way from Europe, and married with the beautiful people that had come before them through the Bering Strait.
By the way Luis Cariño Marbán still owns escuincle dogs whose ancestors came through the straits more than twenty thousand years ago, also; as he was telling me the other day.
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