So…we went to a chicken parade. Yes, you heard me correctly…and yes, it was one of the most unreal things I’ve experienced in my life.
We waited in line for what seemed like forever (but I’m sure wasn’t at all). The bus finally arrived and we all piled onto the bus with the other Mexicans going to the festival. We got off the bus and…well…all I can tell you was that the streets were PACKED. There were Mexicans and paper mache chickens EVERYWHERE.
There was live music everywhere. All the streets along the festival route were packed with restaurants and vendors giving away trinkets and food – breads, cheeses, desserts, etc. Here I am with some tacos al pastor. The best tacos en el mundo (=
Well, I guess the tacos are gone. But dios mio, were they good (=
I’m still not sure how this happened, but we turned our backs for 2 seconds, the next thing we know, Jesse has a paper mache chicken in hand:
A bit of footage that cannot even begin to depict the insanity of the desfile de los pollos (=
…and on that note…one of my last, if not the last post before returning back home to the states /=