Friday, April 12, 2013
I suggested we slip out the back door because I wanted to explore the area north and east of the cathedral. We hadn’t gone more than a few feet when we found ourselves in the midst of some sort of big hubbub. They had orange highway cones everywhere – up and down the street around a couple old buildings, and a crowd had gathered. I asked a guy wearing a hardhat what was going on. He went on and on and on. . . really excited, I could tell. However, since he was talking Mexican, I had no idea what he said.