My first encounter with Guadalupe happened, on one of my previous vacation Cuyutlan, when I was jarred out of my sleep at 5 a.m., one December 1st, by the vigorous clanging of the village church bell. Not knowing what was happening, I rushed to look out on the streets - maybe this was the village fire alarm. Not seeing or smelling smoke I looked towards the ocean - maybe this was the village tsunami warning. No one seemed to be responding - no swarms of frightened townspeople running inland. I settled back into bed, almost back to sleep only to be startled by rocket blasts...many rocket blasts that continued for gawd knows how long. This was my initiation to the celebration of Our Lady of Guadalupe. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Guadalupehttp://www.holyartworks.com/guadalupe/history_of_guadalupe.htm
This year Meg and I joined some friends to watch this final event. The 'castillo' is an amazing tower about 40-50 feet high, made from bamboo, interlinking an assortment of spinning wheels, twirling arms and other ingenious structures, laced with a small arsenal of rockets. It is built by local castillo artisans, carried into a spot in front of the church in the middle of the main street, lashed by hand to large tree limb and hoisted upright by a group of strong men. While all the hoisting and preparations are taking place, the local tambor band is enthusiastically playing on the church steps.
While people watch in anticipation of the lighting - just to add to the suspense, growing excitement and general frivolity - 'el toro', a dude with a bamboo yoke festooned with another assortment of lighted rockets comes racing down the street, into the crowd...a mass of sparks and whizzing rockets shooting everywhere...people screaming...rockets exploding...kids running towards him to stomp out the sparks...sane people leaping behind pillars, each other and into store fronts to avoid getting burnt...total chaos and mayhem...!! It's wild and happens at least 3 times during the night.









