Hello and welcome to Musing Interruptus. Thank you for clicking, thanks for listening… please share! Last weekend was a special day for people whose faith is deposited in our Lady of Guadalupe. I’m generally not one for religion, but to understand Mexico, you have to understand the role of the Catholic Church and  La Virgen de Guadalupe, in Mexican’s identities. I use the plural, it’s not just one. I’m not going to discuss syncretism between the indigenous, African, and Spanish populations today, nor bloodshed and conquests. I’m going to open a door to a moment into my identity as a Mexican.

I woke up on Sunday, thrilled by what was in store. A morning of biking around a town called Tequisquiapan, in the state of Querétaro. I thought that the air would warm up by the time we arrived. It wasn’t the case, I could feel the cold wind, bur ...