Home, and missing Mexico. Thank you all for the help and letting me share my excitement.
We had the most amazing time. Elsa (bride to be) was our conscierge, our driver, our alarm clock. I worried she was over doing, until I realized she loves being in charge and since we were on her turf we loved it too.
Her family was just wonderful. The engagement party was really the Brides Mamma's solution for having her only daughter of 31 getting married in Seattle instead of where Mamma wants her to, and near her very large circle of family and friends. My heart aches for her for that.
I wish we could share words, because they are such nice nice people. We were there 2 days and shared 3 meals, and many hours. It was just a wonderful experience.
In spite of all your efforts to guide me and keep me from humiliating myself or others, this happened.
At the outdoor hall where the party was, I needed to locate the ladies room. My other DIL, a gringo, like me pointed to a door, and said "it's right there, I just went." I said "no honey, a man just came out of there", and there is no sign on it. She said the sign had fallen off, and "oh Mom, in Mexico they often use the same room, there is a lock on the door, it is for everyone.....she looked at my husband and gave a little eye roll. Ok, I guess that is the bathroom then? The door was centrally located by the bar, right where everyone kind of hung out, watching the dancing and the music.
What a Fun night, meeting so many of sons soon to be relatives , getting hugs and cheek kisses with people speaking spanish, some crying, some laughing, all making me feel warm and happy for the kids, and having no idea what we were talking about.
SO...My third trip to the ladies/mens room, I lock the door, and am humming some mexican song I just heard, when there is a huge loud knock. I jumped, and was glad I did not have to scream "just a minute" in spanish, because I don't know how to, and I would have been red in the face to open a door while the toilet loudly flushed. I answered to a man, frantically pointing pointing, and pointing to a different hall, across the room, nodding yes, pointing at me and the other hallway, yes yes yes, , and then pointing at the door to my bathroom shaking his head, saying no no no NO Senioritas. NO. My hands went over my cheeks, Oh my god, I have peed in the wrong room all night, oh no. Is this a really bad thing or a funny thing, well to me it was a hilarious thing because I started to laugh so hard tears were rolling down my cheeks. I closed the door, still laughing, while the man drug me by the hand to the bar, where I absolutely accepted the shot of tequila he offered. I held it up toward him, brushing off a tear, and very proudly said, "Gracias." Every server and Relative within earshot burst out laughing. OH lord. I hope I made my son proud. In spite of that the hugging and festivities commenced until the wee hours.
It was a great trip.
