The mexican bride

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The journey is the point at which each of us leaves the everyday reality and partly in search of the self hidden. It will recover in the eyes of people, in the colors of nature, in the scents of the air. The trip to Mexico is this: a journey into space, over the ocean and over time, finally revealed to our eyes from the magnificent ruins found in the pre-light.
We arrive on Saturday and Mexico City on Saturday comes alive with sounds, lights and images of meso america: we are in San Angel district south of the city center. At one time this village was home to the "case de campo" in Spanish: the colonial-style villas richly decorated, massive carved wooden doors, wrought-iron grates and roads paved of ciotoli. Around gardens and flower beds are the framework of the market town of artists: painters, sculptors, antique dealers, scrap merchants, catching the eyes of passersby with the magic of art. A few steps from the central square, the Church of San Jacinto. It is celebrating a ceremony characteristic, typical for girls who are 15 years of age in white dress, surrounded by affection of their loved ones and compositions of fragrant flowers, receive the blessing of the Church as a sign of prosperity and health. Seated at the table of the square of the winery, tasting a fresh marguarita with tacos and tortillas. Is close to my customers with its canopy. From a small caged canary escapes, becca from the box and extracted a colored ticket. Here's my future, I take the money for a few pesos, which provides everything to lose the game ...
The following Sunday, a good time, go up north: there's Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe and could not be otherwise having regard to the recurrence of Santa Maria Assunta. Arrived, I hit the commingling of the sacred Christian rite, also typical of our country, with the dances, costumes and music almost primordial accompanying him, a sign of indigenous beliefs still deeply rooted and heartfelt. It strikes me even more the slope of the basilica: the great nave and two side panels, are supported by a colonnade irregular in shape and inclination. Violent landslides due to soil melmoso, threaten the stability of the structure which, miraculously, remains standing from the sixteenth century, and preserves the image of the Virgin venerated throughout the country. Go up further north, in search of the mighty pyramids of the ancient city of Teotihuacan. I choose to climb over that of the Moon, the stairs are slabs of rock stuck one on top, steep and narrow, barely giving support to the foot. Arriving at the top with the fiatone. The picturesque landscape of my reward hard climb, a lush nature surrounding the whole site, a witness to the grandeur of this city built between the IV and VI century AD, but suddenly lapsed and literally disappeared around all'VIII first century AD. From here looking southwest, behind the mountains, I imagine to see the great lake that is home to Mexico City. Let's go back to the Zócalo in the capital when the sun is still high. The square is enlivened by the party for the anniversary dell'Assunta: men dressed in short leather with feather headdresses dancing to the sound of drums and fifes, a shaman sprinkle with smoke smelling the body of some women. The history of Mexico is a legend in the Palacio Nacional, decorated inside with their splendid paintings of Diego Rivera. From the central stairway climb to the galleries on the first floor overlooking the patio. The murals that are located in the center of the scale is the richest and most beautiful of the whole building: the history of Mexico, the foundation of the City of Tenochtitlan (1325), moving to independence (1810), in get to the revolution of 1910. The historical figures of the country are the protagonists of this beautiful murals: on the left Rivera puts center stage the class struggle between the aristocracy and wealthy people working headed by Lenin in a battle suit work, centered on the corrupt Church and blasphemous. Not far from the main square meet the mariachis: Cielito lindo tune and our evening ended with a glass of tequila.
The following day we travel on the road to Puebla. On the outskirts of town we stopped by a protest of the workers: we are in the home of cockchafer. A little later the stadium that hosted our Azzurri in the World'70. In town, many shops of sweets that do not fail to visit. Besides, windows white clothes for the feast of the 15th year. The visit of the Church of Santo Domingo reveals one of the masterpieces of Mexico: the Capilla del Rosario. Built in the seventeenth century, is on the left of the main, striking for the richness of the characters depicted (Santo Domingo de Guzmán, the founder of the Dominican Republic, the Virgen del Rosario, the dove of the Holy Spirit, the Graces) and the preciousness of gold inlays. Out in the marketplace a little girl sells slices of cake. We are back on the street, we are again on the road. Along the way, changing landscapes: a fast rise in the middle of the Sierra Madre Occidentale. A typical candelabra cactus acts as a backdrop to a group photo. We arrive at dusk Oaxaca. The city has a historic center with a regular plan to executives. Market try grasshoppers, but then consoles us with the sweet cocoa. Upwards, towards the hill overlooking the city, the Church of Santo Domingo: Mark is where he celebrated his marriage. On the way back raindrops wet the glass coach. In the background music Bennato: "... every fable is a game and is only half true ...".
We are in Mexico for several days now, yet we can not move: we are the northern mountains, the cold, our South, the sea, the heat. The state of Oaxaca is the center south of the country, but a dense rain welcomes us to the slopes of Monte Albán and the climate does not merely say summer. Invoke the shaman of the group, Mark, for there free from disturbance malignant. The site hosts the remains of ancient Zapotec capital. The altitude of 1600 meters makes the spectacular view and the position of the city very safe and protected. The large ceremonial area of the Gran Plaza is characterized by the detection of bas-reliefs depicting human figures called Los Danzantes, for the curious position of the hands and feet. A tasty skit we reconciled after the shower the morning in the village of El Tule is a huge Montezuma cypress (about 50 meters in circumference ...). Simpaticissimo two girls accompanying us to discover the animal figures that the imagination makes us imagine carved from bark and branches of the 3000 years in choir, invite us to follow them and to admire the curious figure with refrains in a perfect Italian. In Mitla, in the afternoon, the sun returns. The blocks that make up the site date back to the IX-X century AD. A series of mosaic decorations and geometric forms characteristic buildings. The sun is setting. In the market square is empty, I hear a voice in the distance: that is Luigia call home.