My husband arrived in Mexico City on Thursday, so I rode the bus to the airport to pick him up. We had dinner with Margarita, Pedro Pablo, their two sons, and Lindsey and Adrienne. Although the table was a bit crowded, what Margarita noticed was that Stephen jumped up and insisted on washing the dishes. Apparently, she is not used to men helping in the kitchen. And, she did agree to let Stephen help just as she lets me.
After a good night's rest, we set off in search of more pyramids, but as it was Good Friday, many of the churches had processions for the stations of the cross. This is not as common in Puebla (from what my students told me later) as it is in the smaller towns in the countryside. As we headed for Cacaxtla and Xochitécatl, we drove through a village and were able to observe and talk to the local parishioners. They told us that each family is responsible for a different section of the procession path. Some families began working at 7 a.m. to complete their section in time for the 1 p.m. procession.
We had seen flower petals strewn on the streets preparing for the Palm Sunday procession, and for his section of the path on Good Friday, this man used flower petals to decorate as well as dyed sawdust.
In addition to the procession preparations, we saw more of the lifestyle of the countryside.
