When a friend and I arrived there were already people milling around at the many booths. We decided to get a snack before playing games or listening to the music. I had a buttery corn on the cob and she had a sugary sopapilla. As I ordered my corn, I watched a man put mayonnaise, cheese, chili powder, and salt on his and it reminded me of Mexico where putting those ingredients is a common practice. As I took a bite out of my corn, the grease landed on my leg of my favorite pants. Gee whiz, now I would have to walk around with greasy dark spots on my clothes. What if those spots would not come out? "When you get home, just put dish water soap and rub the grease away," my friend told me.
Before long I forgot all about the spots on my pants because I began tapping my feet in time to the music. Some people got up and danced to the peppy music. This is when I miss having a dancing partner. After listening to a few tunes we decided to go play games at our favorite booth; the Country Store. Tickets are purchased and a wheel is spun and if the wheel stops at one of your numbers, you are a winner! Another friend had already won a salami and I put down my $2 for five chances to win and I did win a salami after a few tries.
I went wandering around the booths while
my friend continued playing until she also won a salami and a chunk of cheese. I thought five numbers was a bit much if the church intended to make any money and believe that three numbers is a better money maker. But, what the heck, the five numbers gave more people a chance to win!
What a wonderful evening seeing people that had recently gone on our journey to Chimayo and being able to reminisce about the trip. I do love these church bazaars!
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