I think this guy was named Golden Boy. This was taken about 2 minutes before his mask was ripped off by the antagonist. If this was the big leagues, his reign as being a luchador would have been over. You are never supposed to know the identities of these courageous fighters and something to that degree can lead to early retirement.
I do not recall for the life of me the name of this luchador. All I know is that he had a silver Batman symbol on his butt and a yin and yang sewed onto his crotch. The guy was about 5’1″ and fierce as all hell. To piss off the antagonist, the DJ would blare salsa music and he would dance sexually towards the other contender.
I admit, I went into the fight to look at it as pure spectacle. Little did I know I was about to watch one of the most acrobatic performances of my life. These guys put their lives into the hands of the “antagonist” when throwing themselves outside the ring. His body momentarily dangled in the air until the “bad guy” broke his fall.
More food porn from a street vendor during Semana Santa in Sayulita, Mexico. This place served quesadillas the size of your face for $2.50. Needless to say I ate there more than my fair share of times.
One of the amazing nuances in Mexico is stumbling upon religious icons throughout the day. I love how ingrained it is in their culture. This Virgin Mary made herself visible while opening the door to our hostel. Hello, colorful, religious icon!
This picture was taken during Semana Santa, or Latin America’s Holy Week/Easter. The entire country has 2 weeks off (like Spring Break) and everyone rushes to the coast to enjoy their family time. Hundreds of street vendors descended upon this town of 2500 and it becomes an unofficial food festival. This is where my love for tacos al pastor started. This is where my cravings for the rest of our trip through Latin America started.