It’s the commencement of Christ’s death at Calvary as I arrive in Puebla. The colorful buildings in town overshadow the beggars and the blind, saints and sinners all lining the streets below.
The colonial architecture has a soothing allure, making one feel safe and secure in this Mexican State. We wander along the cobbled streets, listening to the buzz of activity during Holy week.
We find a place to eat that is hidden away from the bustling activity outside, a peaceful veranda that lets us relax for a spell and fill our bellies with delicious food. I go for the mole, of which I’m usually not a fan, but it comes highly recommended.
The only downside is that I misjudge the chicken as I’m cutting myself a piece, and splatter black mole sauce all over my green t-shirt. I laugh though, as no one here cares, they are more focused on saving their souls for eternity.
Back outside, we find a ceramic shop that makes the world famous talavera. It is a unique place and to watch them make the ceramics from the beginning of the process to the final stage is a true wonder of dedication to the craft.
We reach the Zocalo, home of the Cathedral Basilica of the Immaculate Conception of Mary.
Surrounded by devote followers of the Catholic faith, I hold the hands of strangers as we worship inside, pray for our souls and the less fortunate, and ask for peace in this beautiful world.
