It was nice just to be able to walk around Cuetzalan! We made friends with the worker at the Super/Pharmacy next to our hotel, got to eat some great ice cream, and did some exploring.
Sunday was pretty awesome because it brought tons of people into town for the weekly market. There were crafts, food, clothes, and delicious ice cream flavors involved!
We also got to attend a mass at the main church in town. It was so interesting to see how the indigenous people adopted and adapted Christianity/ Catholicism to fit in with their older traditions. The blend of native culture and language with familiar texts/ rituals (I honestly feel like I've heard the same sermon in English-- loving others and showing it through works-- how fitting) was just fascinating. For instance, there was a procession beforehand and an indigenous dance before communion.
And right after the mass we got to see the Voladores de Papantla again! Only, this tree/ pole was a LOT taller than the one in Cholula. It was absolutely breathtaking.
All in all, I can't believe that we are this close to the end already. I'm starting to get really sentimental/nostalgic/sad. I'm obviously excited to back home with friends, family, and familiar comforts, but this experience has just been so incredible. It's funny, but it was really, really sad to say goodbye to our bus driver, Orlando. He was pretty much a boss. I have no idea how he drove the giant Mextur bus down half the streets he did-- and in such good time, without making us sick. Just little things, like knowing we'll never be on that bus again, are making me start to hope Thursday doesn't come too quickly.
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