Another big change in moving to Mexico is the work week. Here the work week spans Monday through Saturday. People still like to say T.G.I.F. (in Spanish of course). But only because they party early into wee morning but still pull their weary bodies to work on Saturday.
I am too old to do that. My body refuses to actively participate the morning after a party. My hubby and I are usually in bed by 10:30. Even without the Friday night fiesta it was strange to work that 6th day. The upside is that it is a normal work day for all so you can accomplish some tasks that in the states would need to wait until Monday.
This six day work-week lends itself to the idea of the all important Sunday with the family. Most Mexicans spend Sunday with their relatives. They have dinner with their entire family (here that means grandparents, cousins, et al.) They make trips to the beach together, or gather in restaurants where you will see long tables set up serving a group of 15-20 people. Even after a sequel performance of the Friday night party, again, they will always manage to get together on Sunday (most are fearful of the scorn from their abuela).
My hubby and I do not have our family here to gather with, but it is still a big day for us. We try to go out and spend quality time together. Sunday has become my favorite day of the week.
I took a few pictures of our Sunday adventures that I thought I would share.