Went yesterday to San Andres Xecul, which is maybe 30 minutes from Xela, and famous for its colorful church. "Famous for its colorful church" is maybe not a phrase that promises to impress, but I would have to say that this church had me absolutely floored by virtue of its yellowness. This is one of my favorite things I have ever seen in my life. This is not an exaggeration. This is a shaping up to be a very direct blog post.
We first climbed the hill up to an equally colorful but apparently less-of-a-big-deal chapel. It sits next to a small piece of land with three crosses, Calvary-style, the place constantly on fire for reasons having to do with worship: here's a kind of syncretism going on here, Catholic rituals mixing with Mayan. I took some shots and then felt voyeuristic and obnoxious when I realized what was going on. Such is life, such is my every day here.
The cross on the left gets sort of lost in this shot, but it's there in real life.
I almost like the chapel better than the church, for the ghosts dancing underneath the pineapples up top.
I loved the view of the church from the top.
For the record, I just listened to a Bob Dylan version of "Hallelujah" and it sucked. Not a song to be performed by someone who's arguably been phoning everthing in since his late-twenties.
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2 comments:
Ooh-when I get the photos from my dad I can show you the church with the magic holy dirt in new mexico.
I love this yellow church!!
That church is awesome - I love that shot with the bright yellow standing out among all the other buildings. We never visited one like that in Chicago!
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