Last Wednesday Mexico celebrated 200 years of Independence and instead of holing up in some bar or throwing a house party like we usually do Cesar and I decided to hit the streets, specifically Tulum Ave., and celebrate with fellow Cancunenses. We started off at Tapatio for a traditional bowl of pozole, mine red and Cesar’s white, and then parked the car near Tulum and we strolled past the heavily armed soldiers until we came to City Hall.
We were greeted by tons of people, mainly families, all decked out in various kinds of festive wear, from red, green and white wigs to people’s favourite football team’s t-shirts and many were waving neon sound makers.I started snapping photos, feeling very touristy, of all the different types of food stands. There were tacos de pastor, churros, esquites,platanos fritos and even french fries to sample but we were still full from our pozole. City Hall was aglow in lights and there was folkloric dancing to watch on the stage.
We decided to head over to Parque de las Palapas to check out the scene there and on our way we stopped for a drink. The park was full of a constant stream of people coming and going between Tulum Ave. and there was live entertainment as well.Just before 11 pm we slowly made our way through the crowds back to City Hall to be ready for El Grito. At 11 pm President Calderon shouted out for all of Mexico to hear (in our case via live radio) the traditional Grito. The crowd went crazy as we all yelled “Viva Mexico, Viva Mexico!!!” over and over again and whether one is Mexican or not one couldn’t help but feel very patriotic at that moment. Then there were some loud bangs as the firework display commenced and we all continued cheering as the sky lit up again and again.
We didn’t want to be stuck in the crowd when the show ended so we started making our way back to the car. After dropping the car off we went to our friends Lisa and Enrique’s house where they were having a small dinner party and we joined in with their after dinner festivities. Kelly from A Canuck in Cancun and her brood were there as well and we immediately all started doing some tequila shots. It wasn’t long before Cesar and Enrique were singing along to ranchera style music. We stayed there long into the night and when we finally made it home we both agreed that this particular Grito had been one of the most enjoyable.