Uh, oh! She's gone native!

We've been here for a fairly long time, without going in to detail on that point.  We've become accustomed to some things, appreciate many more, and could do without a few.
Many of the middle-aged and older women in our region dress in a traditional manner, which is both practical and lends the warmth needed here in the mountains, as well as protection from the fierce sun.  For better or worse, this fashion is fading, as the younger folks trend toward what is becoming the uniform of the world, wearing jeans, sweatshirts, and all the rest.
I'm starting to wonder whether it may getting toward time to head home soon.  Paula came back from a day of shopping in the market, wearing what can only be described as a new look for her.

The sparkly sweater, fancy blouse and pretty hat with a bow marked her as a mamita, sure enough.

The apron, skirt, leggings and loafers completed the picture.

Yeah, maybe time to buy the tickets, before she decides to bring some sheep home, too.  Or before she adopts some other outfits found here in the Mission.

I'm going to to check on those tickets.  Soon.

Dave