Under Seige: Day 3

Here's the update:
Last night, speeches at the Municipio finally stopped around midnight as did the church bells. Around 4am, fireworks went off in the distance. At 6:30am the usual frantic church bell ringing began, followed by the loudspeaker church service. From what we could understand of the sermon, comparisons were made between what is happening in our pueblo to what happened to Noah while he was building the ark. Many doubted Noah, but in the end, him and his family were saved and the wicked ones were completely wiped out. Not quite sure of the connection but we didn't like hearing that 40 days and 40 nights business. Another puzzling part of the sermon was the comparison of the people in San Miguel who aren't allowed to pass the barricades and cross into our village, much like Pharoah's army being unable to cross the Red Sea, as they became engulfed by water. So does that mean Guelache is the chosen one, like Moses, who leads the Israelites out of Egypt through the parting of the Red Sea? C'mon! Is this really on the same scale? Needless to say, a truly fascinating, albeit strange strange strange service. But enough about those wacky Mexican Catholics.

The barricades are still up, though no one is walking around with machetes any more. A good sign. Things are tranquilo and everyone is going about their business. Here's the funny part (in a funny enraging kinda way): the election, which was the basis for this seige in the first place, has been CANCELLED due to the conflicts between municipalities. So was all this crap for not? See, now we're just pissed off. What was the point of all this? Not clear if the election will happen later, or if it has been moved to another location, or if it is just plain cancelled. As per usual, everyone has a different story. We think/hope/pray the barricades will be down by tomorrow afternoon and we can get the f*@# outta here.

But the real problem...the real issue here...we've run out of milk for our lattes!!! We're improvising with Kahlua, but we're thinking of heading out and finding ourselves a cow to milk. Or a goat.

Peace,
Amicita y Juan