Last summer, I wrote about drunk season (https://shewhodaresnothing.wordpress.com/2013/07/01/drunk-season/). And, the small window of drunk season has arrived. It is a celebration that, from a distance, looks like it might be for a wedding or a fiesta de quince años, but this is one of the very few Oaxacan celebrations that include public intoxication as part of the revelry.
I like to follow along with a parade, but it is important to know when to forgo the show.
Some clues for when to head off in another direction:
The smell of alcohol in the air.
The sounds of breaking glass.
The length of Alcala from the zocalo to Santo Domingo packed with young adults walking with the gait of a herd of newborn foals.
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