Christmas in San Cristobal de Las Casas seems more focused on the birth of Jesus than on consumer consumption. There are very few American tourists this time of year, but there are a lot of Mexican families from other cities and states. I love sitting in el parque (zocalo) on a bench and watching everyone coming and going.
I had a lovely time today when I took a wrong turn looking for some Argentine empanadas and wandered into the middle of an exhibit of nacimientos de navidad. Nativity dioramas! Lots of them.
And lots of families visiting them, laughing, pointing to this and that. The children and parents in a state of pure delight. I stood behind them silently taking in their joy.
One diorama was easily 200 sq. feet large! Set behind glass it was nearly all of the village of Bethlehem. Complete with rabbits, turtles, ducks, camels, sheep. Tiny houses with kitchens, stoves, elaborately constructed miniature furniture…EVERYTHING! And…a starry sky that turned from night to dawn to dusk! Magical & enchanting.
Shelley Noble I thought of you. You would have loved it!
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Earlier in the day I found myself in a church and before I knew it the church had filled and a wedding had begun. I was kind of stuck. Like when you accidently wind up in a funeral procession of cars. Like that. Then a fine band of mariachis started playing, the bride & groom walked down the aisle. I stood I sat I stood I sat with the rest of the congregation in their finest evening slash wedding wear. I crept out of my pew past 2 young ladies wearing dangerously high heels and made it to safety. Whew. All the way to the back of the church where 3 Mayan women stood taking a picture with a pink cell phone. What the hell, I thought, and took my camera out and snapped a picture too.
Then I went to the Amber Museum next door.
Headed to the bathroom.
Took one look in the mirror and let out a squeal.
My long sleeve button down shirt was inside out, the big washing instruction tag sticking out near my hip.
An hour later I was headed for home. My shirt right-side out. A bag of hot Argentine empandas swinging from my hand.
It’s a good life, this one. I’m glad you’re along for the ride.
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