Mexican Independence day is on Sunday, probably the biggest holiday for the country that has nothing to do with religion and therefore I feel I can participate without being struck by god's wrath in the form of a lightening strike. I took these photos in the Zocalo today, the place is crawling with police as well as workers preparing the lights, stages, and other details for the big celebration tomorrow night. I've had a few rum and cokes with G and her friends from Puerto so I will write more about this tradition later, needless to say it is a partay!
