We did it! We went! Mexico’s version of professional wrestling (the term literally means free-style wrestling) is one of the country’s biggest spectator activities today, eclipsed only in popularity by soccer. Characterized by colorful masks, flamboyant personalities and a whole lot of Spandex, it’s an edge-of-your-seat spectacle like no other.
We spent this spectacular evening at the more intimate ring in the colosio. Fans were hooting and hollering, chanting curse words, swinging noise-makers while drinking beer. We were right there with them! Our guide told us that we were lucky and that particularly good wrestlers were in the ring that Saturday evening.
Before the Lucha Libre we spent half an hour or so in a neighborhood bar sampling the locally made pulque – a fermented drink made since Aztec times from maguey cactus.
Ours was served with mango, strawberry and guava juice which made it somewhat palatable, but otherwise it is of rather thick consistency, milky and with a vinegar taste! Evidently millennials are bringing it back into favor.
The mariachi bands were terrific!
