The streets were blocked off and thousands of people descended upon our small city for the Pueblo Chile and Frijoles Festival. The bright colors of chile ristras create a festive glow and the annual event corresponds with harvest and the autumn. I brought home a wreath of colorful chilies.
At the El Pueblo Museum the mercado took place. The smells of roasting chilies and the sound of Spanish music filled the air. Dancers that were traveling through for a Folklorico Mexican dance competition stopped and entertained us throughout the day with beautiful dancing and breathtaking attire.
Inside the adobe house where the market once stood many, many years ago, time stands still. I memorize pieces and admire the simplicity and homestead life. I gather ideas and breathe in the history beneath my feet.