Holy Tamale

My adventures in Oaxaca continue....

Lured out by the sound of fireworks and marching band, Paula and I discovered a small calera (celebration) in honor of Our Lady of Guadalupe. After a short procession around the neighborhood, we found ourselves invited into someone's home and were offered Atole, a hot drink of milk, ground corn and cinnamon and the authentic Tamales with Mole. We didn't have time to eat them because next thing we knew, we were summoned to continue the procession to the next house for ponche (punch) and more food. Lessoned learned tonight: there is no way to say "No" to a generous Mexican. We eventually made our way out and back to the hotel one new friend, 2 tamales and many new experiences richer.