Tlaxcala, holla

Dear Blog,

Juan and I went to Tlaxcala on Friday and just got back a little bit ago. He had to go for work, so I went with him. Unfortunately, Monty couldn't go with us, so he stayed in the kennel.

Anyway, on Friday we went to Huamantla, a small city about 40 minutes from Tlaxcala. They were preparing to celebrate some special day (something to do with the Virgin Mary). It was cool cause there were all these elaborate murals on the streets. It is kind of hard to describe, but the murals were on the pavement like rugs, and they were made of colored wood chips and flowers. So when you looked down the street, it looked like a long carpet on top of the road. It was really pretty and interesting to see. After we walked through the city a little bit, we went to a bull fight. Okay, I can appreciate different cultures and their customs, but I was not a fan of the bull fight. I cried like a baby over the poor bull and had to leave cause I was so upset by the whole thing. I'm sorry I cannot describe it in more detail--I fear I might start to cry again.

On Saturday, we were in Tlaxcala (the capital of the state of Tlaxcala). We went to a museum of torture devices. This was another disturbing moment from my weekend. They had all these medieval torture devices on display with detailed descriptions of how they were used. After the museum, we went to another museum and saw an exhibition of Botero (a Colombian artist). This particular exhibition had a theme of violence as well, which went along well with the ongoing theme of the weekend. I was starting to get a certain vibe from Tlaxcala at this point. I don't know, but by Saturday afternoon I was terribly disturbed by the whole thing.

Last night, we had a nice dinner with the people that Juan works with and the violent images from the rest of the weekend slowly faded, except when everyone wanted to relive the bull fight. The eyes of that poor bull still haunt me.

Anyway, today we stopped by some ruins and pyramids on the way back to Mexico City. It was cool cause there were paintings at the first site. I think they were painted around 900 a.d. or something. We also saw an active volcano, which was smoking like a chimney stack.

All in all, it was a good we ekend. At the least, I have some vivid images that will remain with me for the rest of my life.

Talk to you soon,
Jenny en la ciudad