Having a blast in San Blas
Like that long lost lover that you’ve never forgotten; Mexico welcomed us back with a bang. Her touch; the gentle probe and sensuous dance, is hard to resist.The country easily wraps you in a warm embrace..
We had arrived in San Blas, the evening before a wild and crazy festival of water and fire known as Dia de San Blas (the Feast Day of San Blas).
Located some 150 km north of Puerto Vallarta on the coastline in the state of Nayarit, the town is dubbed the Mexican Venice for the number of waterways that flow through and around it. Filled with lush growth, it’s a mecca for bird watchers; as many species use the sheltered waterways as rest stops on their migratory routes.
Truly, if the coastline of Mexico is her necklace, then places like San Blas are the gemstones that frame her voluptuous body.
Madness on the High Seas
Over breakfast the morning of the festival, we watch as workers build the tower in the town’s square.
A young man named Hector compliments my sneeze with a ‘Salud’ (bless you).
“Gracias,” I reply.
He tells us that the metal tower will be used for the finale of the day-long celebration. “The whole day will be fun,” he says. “Don’t miss it!”
That afternoon, we gather, along with locals, dancers in indigenous dress and musician, at the steps of a 300 year-old church. Then the doors open up and the priest walks out, behind him, parishioners carry a 2 metre-tall statue of the town’s patron saint San Blas. The procession winds its way through the crowded-spectator filled streets.