This was my second time with the Seri people. But my first New Year’s celebration! I enjoyed immersing myself in their culture. I listened to their power chants in their language of Cmiique (pronounced “kueke”), ate their fresh-caught and lovingly prepared ceviche, marveled at the designs and skillful handiwork of their beautiful dress and intricate facepaint, watched the progression of two murals being painted for two highly respected Tatas on their houses, danced their traditional Pascola — which reminded me of tap dancing! — and drank their blessed neon-magenta sweet Pitaya alcoholic beverage, made from the Cardon tuna — a succulent fruit from the towering hundreds-of-years-old cacti. I felt quite comfortable there. Welcome. I could be myself. The governor spoke of us all being one people, “Somos Uno”, he said, as he raised the Seri flag under the guidance of the elders. It felt good. Being an American of Caucasian decent in a off-the-grid Mexican land, it felt nice to be accepted and seen as another human being with a beating heart and a journey.
This Dr. Pepper *IS* Good for Me, Actually
When I toured Waco before committing to Baylor University for my undergraduate education, my family and I toured the Dr. Pepper museum (It’s actually what Waco…