Not being religious and not being Catholic in particular, I’ve been oblivious to the fact that this is the beginning of Lent. So it was a bit of a surprise to me when I wandered down to the market this morning, hoping to find juice and instead finding a full blown festival taking place. I spent most of the day immersed in the crowd and soaking up the energy. It was basically a huge market, rides, crowded churches and a lot of Aztec dancing. The latter was confusing to me but it’s apparently a fusion of sorts between preconquest and catholic rituals, the church on the top of the hill being built on top of an old temple. I wasn’t the only one confused, most people I spoke to were out of towners a well.
I was there. I was able to see a line of cars heading up to the pass (next to my head), making me glad I’d decided to wait another day. They were going to play in the fresh snow
I paid 40 pesos for a ride back to my hotel. It was a kidney crushing experience going over the many speed bumps. When I went back for dinner later I opted to walk home