I woke up this morning and see a horse tied up next to the stop sign at the end of my block, signifying el Dieciséis de Septiembre parade. Living in the hub of culture on the eastside is bitter (can’t get to the grocery store) and sweet (being instantly transported to Mexico with music, food and gente).
I hate working weekends
Aww man, I missed out!
ahhhh I missed it…there should be a calendar section on here…
I was there last year and it totally sucked, instead we took a walk through the cemetery. I think the cemetery was more exciting than the parade.