Sunday in Buenos Aires, the place to visit is the neighbourhood of San Telmo. Every Sunday thousands of people, Porteños and foreigners alike, browse the hundreds of market stalls, sit and chat over cafe con leche, hunt for that special antique piece, buy leatherwork, eat choripan (a loaded chorizo hot dog) and marvel at the street entertainers and (of course) the incredible tango performances. Read more
Posts from the ‘Festivals’ Category
Monday is the start of the 82nd Guelaguetza (Zapotec meaning “to share”) here in Oaxaca. This festival is probably the most popular in the jam-packed Oaxacan calendar of events and brings thousands of people from all over the state of Oaxaca to celebrate their traditional dances, clothing and foods. Read more
This week sees the week-long annual town party of Teotitlán del Valle, a Zapotec community 30 minutes from Oaxaca. Teotitlan has a very rich and well-preserved history, and this week they celebrate their town and their church in la fiesta de la Preciosa Sangre de Cristo (Precious Blood of Christ – the name of the church in the community). It is a week of pretty much non-stop celebrating and accompanying the festivities is of course food: all types of delicious tamales, enchiladas, moles, dulces, and helado on offer. Read more
Saturday, May 3rd was an important day of celebration in Teotitlán. Known as La Fiesta de las Cruces, or Cruz de Mayo, the day has religious origins from the 16th Century, and is primarily observed by miners, masons and construction workers.
Traditionally in Mexico, a cross decorated with flowers and paper is placed on the highest point of a building under construction, which will then protect those who labour below it. This same premise is followed in Teotitlán, and a large cross is placed on what the locals refer to as Brother Mountain; Picacho, the peak that overlooks the village, so all living below it are kept safe. It is customary on May 3rd for the entire community to climb Picacho in celebration, and to ask for continued protection. Read more
I knew something was up when I was woken by several large trucks idling at the kerb outside my door at 5.30am Friday morning. The marching band (trumpets, drums, saxophone) coming down the street several hours later confirmed it.
Walking to work I turned the corner to find the street full of people parading down towards the zocalo, each contingent carrying large vinyl signs and hundreds of large trucks parked nose to tail down the sides of the road. It only hit me what was going on after I had passed my first approx. 300 people. Friday was May 1st, and International Workers Day or Día Internacional de los Trabajadores. Read more