It's Semana Santa (Holy Week) and boy, does Mexico know how to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. The entire country of Mexico seems to go crazy on this holiday. Every beach up and down the coast is lined with tents, picnicers, crowds of people, loud music, and dancing. Mazatlan is seemingly shut down to a stand still with incredibly bad traffic. Sirens are heard throughout the city. We've experienced Semana Santa now three times in three separate parts of Mexico, and it's pretty much the same where ever you are. It's nuts. Carnival and Christmas are dim celebrations compared to Semana Santa.
Here at El Cid, we are insulated from the madness of the city, but there's still a bit of party going on here. The resort is packed with probably 90% occupancy. The pools are loaded with kids. Every day live bands blast out music by the main pool. Today we caught the Pacifico Cerveza Dancing Girls and Guys. Jack was disappointed since he thought the girls were a little too modestly dressed in their sarongs. The Sol Cerveza Dancing Girls we saw in Barra two years ago were wearing string bikinis. Now they knew how to celebrate the Resurrction.
Rudy knows how to celebrate, too. He's not allowed on the beaches anymore this week. The first time Patrick threw the ball, Rudy ran straight to somebody's picnic basket and started chowing down before Patrick could get to him. Too embarrassing! Thankfully, they thought it was funny. The next day, when Patrick threw the ball, Rudy ran over to a fisherman and stole all of his bait. The fisherman also thought it was funny. I wouldn't be quite so kind if some bad dog spoiled my day on the beach. We aren't going to try again.
Today's live band and their own dancing girls.