Faith in travel

A year ago this week - La Semana Santa, or Holy Week, as it's known here - we were backpacking through Mexico. And a year ago last night - Good Friday - we stood mesmerized among the throngs lining Alcala Street in Oaxaca following the Procession of Silence.

Here's how it looked then:



Makes me wonder how it went last night, in the aftermath of all the unrest that city has seen in the past six months or so. How it looked passing this church, Santo Domingo, which was has been damaged since we were there.

Hope it was as special as last year. Hope some other lucky travelers stumbled into it unknowingly. Hope the pageantry and passion of the place are still creating such wonderful memories.