With an arts festival, Halloween weekend, and Day of the Dead nearing, San Cristobal was busier than our last visit. Costumed creatures, musicians in the streets, solo reenactments of Spanish poetry, hand made jewelry, paintings, sugar skulls and large stage filling the main square.
Hitting up our favorite wine and tapas bar for one last bottle, the entertainment was endless between the festivities and people watching.
In addition to their usual selling, children (some even masked) singing a traditional Day of the Dead song. A song of celebration of life, sounding pleasant, until you find out if you fail to give them treats or change after, they curse your aunts and uncles.
A quick stop at the main square to catch a few songs from the feature of the night – a five piece band playing. Base, classic guitar, mini guitar, a ukulele and of course, a Spanish guitar, and the inclusion of a couple beats made of tap dancing.
Amongst the cobble streets, colorful colonial buildings, horse drawn carriages, café’s, art and yellow light of European street lamps, one can only accept the notions of indulging.
Accompanied by two gentlemen, brother and Kiel, we had no choice but to live lavishly. Exquisite dinners of tenderloin, duck and malbec at Hector’s, and classy stogies and drinks around the corner.