On Monday I began my Spanish classes, 7 hours a day.
From Christmas until January 6 the celebration of Tres Reyes Magos (The Three Kings Magi) was celebrated outdoors and in.
In the Jardin Zenea, it was more than a crèche. It was the entire creation story, culminating with the birth of Jesus.
Mass on the Eve of the Epiphany at the Templo de San Francisco.
Epiphany at the Templo y Convento de la Santa Cruz de Los Milagros
Epiphany Mass at Santa Cruz, full of kids who are excited to be getting gifts from the Three Kings.
Piñatas were introduced by missionaries. Originally, the shape would be a devil or some symbol of temptation. People would strike the piñata and break it, then being showered with blessings– a way to illustrate the process of overcoming sin.
Plaza de Armas, my favorite spot. Dogs seem to feel especially welcomed by the fountain.
New friends (Angel, Coco, and Jimmy) from the Anglican Church of St. Mary Magdalene. After Mass, we worked in the little community garden. Rev. Hilary West (who made all kinds of threats in English and Spanish if I posted her picture) is the priest who practices a wonderful ministry of prayer and presence here in Querétaro.
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