Primera Comunión.

First of all, I want to apologize to all vegetarians for some of the photos you will see (or NOT see). Just don't say I didn't warn you.
On Saturday we went to the First Communion of one of my son's classmates, Axel.
It was celebrated in a small "pueblito" about 30 min. from where we live. The name of the pueblito is Estación Joaquín. It has four streets at the most, and it is a railroad town, that's why it's called Joaquín Station.
After the religious ceremony, we went to the kid's granfather's ranch. Here in Mexico, ranches come in many sizes. This one is BIG. It was about fifteen minutes from the church, and the access was a dirt road. The house and gardens are small, but I loved the place. At this moment, chives are being grown here. But they also have some milking cows, and the place is really nice.
The food being served was the typically Guanajuato, Wedding/Baptism/First Communion food: carnitas (fried pork), thus the warning. Here the pork is fried in big cooper kettles or couldrons (I don't know if any of these words fit the image). The complete pork is used, not just fried, but made into normal sausages, blood sausages, chicharrón (skin fried to a crispiness), etc.
Anyway, here are the photos, again too many, but not enough for you to get the whole picture.

Parroquia del Trabajo.

Axel.

Check out this bell. The bottom is from a motorcycle
tire, and the circle is a piece of rail.

In the courtyard were the bicycles of kids who
were taking their cathesism lessons that day.

The railroad.

Electricity posts, still working.

I love this motorcycle!

Part of the ranch with the chives growing.

Boys will be boys. Hauling rocks to throw into a ditch.

Hauling BIG rocks.

"Please, don't bother me when I'm doing an important job."

Hay for the cows.

And the cows. What a cute calf!!

Here are the carnitas cooking in the cooper "pot", or whatever.

In these two pots are half the pig. The other half was cooked later.

Adding wood to the fire.

Blood sausage. It has chick peas and spices.
It's eaten with tortilla as a taco.

Carnitas, rice, dry noodle soup, and beans.

Digging in.

And the cake...

After eating, we went for a walk on the ranch grounds.
All of this is part of the ranch.

Son #1 up in a tree.

Son #2 also wanted to go up, but no way!!
This was as far as he got.

Since there are cows here, the milk is transported in these milk cans
(and in a RED pick-up!).
It is usually sold from house to house, and it is called
"leche bronca". It's raw milk, and has to be boiled quite a while.

Afternoon sun on my face. Nice and warm. This is how most
afternoons are in this season.

Wish all of those who live in cold regions, lots of warmth from my heart...