San Cristobal –
Eww, though we don’t wake up with a hangover, we sleep in – yet, we need that. Despite having an inclusive breakfast at the hostel, we have to look for some other place to eat*, since there are no gluten-free dishes. Then, we stroll around San Cristobal. It doesnt quite feel yet like “Dia de los Muertos”. But in the evening the streets start to fill with kids weaking halloween costumes and the altars for remembering the dead relatives at the stores get richly recorated. An especially huge altar at the place of the Catedral de San Cristóbal serves as a memorial for the numerous unpunished murder of little girls in Latin American countries – femicide. A little depressed we look for an inn.
We opt for the “Chaya” with indigenous food. We mix 2 dishes – tamales (some sort of corn porridge cooked in corn leaves) and a huge plate with various grilled meats and vegetables. Meanwhile, a lot of kids keep entering the inn wearing costumes and singing a song to the staff. something like: “Not meat and vegetables is what we want, and also no beer – We just want sweets!” and so the halloweenbags get filled – a litte different than “trick-or-treat”. Some costumes seem rather inspired by the traditional Dia de los Muertos than Halloween… and are also more ostentatious. There are even more people wearing traditional costumes in the streets later on. But even after asking several people we were not quite clear when the big in the cemetery was supposed to start. On our way to Puerta Vieja , we stop at Xaman Expeditions and decide to join a ziplining tour tomorrow, since there is a small canyon nearby. Later this eventing I have a walk in the parc of the Iglesia la Merced, to take some nightsky photos. At the pavillon, a whole lot of people walk by me, wearing 18th century costumes and being Dia de los Muertos-style painted, who then put on a little show in front of the church. Some photographs later, I am invited by them to 2 tequila shots as they gather at the pavillon. After a little chatting I say my goodbye for my way back to the hostel. I really my Spanish was better…
*found some place with delicious chilaquiles
**As we find out later , the festivities are on 31.10. in Merida and on 01.11. in San Cristobal in the cemetery