Eyipantla: The water festival
For:
"Once down, I sink into the quagmire of mud to fill my immaculate sports. In this paradise of water, leave the paths is at a premium. In exchange, if the traveler turns his back to the stalls and as close as possible to the waterfall, Let the water cool your face, the power of imposing a priceless leap seconds gives maximum freedom, encouraging your mind to escape upstream. This is the abode of Tlaloc, the Aztec rain god who is still crying about Mexico, parafraseando el gran libro de Passuth».
