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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (15827)	12/25/1998 1:01:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Nothing burned down! Here, anyway. Apparently the farther one goes south of Santa Fe, even as near as Albaturkey, farolitos become luminarias. Here luminaria is reserved for the bonfires. I don't know if they have them other places. They're a wee bit bizarre and exciting. Right there beside the street, in dividers or corners or fountain skirts or wherever, the roadway is lit by double-bed-matress-size bonfires. (Uh oh. Flaming mattresses again.) In front of the micro church in the village, for instance; right there in the curve of the road. A good sized, glowing fire. With all other village lights out, and surrounded by the candle bag lanterns highlighting the fenceposts and curving away on the road. My previous estimate of 500 lights per person is too high, big dummy; however, after placing about a hundred and seventy down to the river with Quinn and Sharon, I must guess at least 100 to 150 per villager, extending an amazing length. These bonfires burn in the parking and plaza spaces of things as unusual as Walmart. People navigate the streets and avenues of Espanola with their car lights off, using the farolitos as side markers, and between them in the center meridian are these large fires. In one of the parks, all the avenues are lined; and the Moorish Alhambra fountain and all it's tiered step levels are set aglow. I woke after an intense dream at four this morning, and the candles still burned warmly in the crystal black, down the steps and curving through the orchard down to the Rio. The bonfires in the more rural sideyards and pasture fronts have people, sometimes many people, standing around them. At a fire with about twenty, a smiling woman holding a baby waved us over in the dark. But we ran over their farolitos and left. I asked Quinn what the spiritual significance of the luminaria bonfires might be, and he said, "I think they're to stay warm. So you can be out there." Ammo is right. Crazy drunken electric "luminaria" strings are usually of uniform spacing and glow; require an entirely different set of installation experiences and ethics; and are wire and component-manufactured in Asia and assembled in Minnesota. I mean, like, ptooey. On the hillsides of the glyphs was something this year I hadn't seen last, a large glowing pretty cross and along further a peace sign, in the hilly dark. They both radiated. We stopped and absorbed. Then we got cold and got back in the car and came home and sat on the couch looking at our own Baby Jesus Expressway.