Guanajuato Saturday Night

Each Saturday night I've been here I'll sit at my laptop writing and listen to the frogs almost, almost, drown out the sounds of a city-wide fiesta. Over the course of these past three weekends I've come to realize that it's only the sound of Saturday night in Guanajuato.

Even up here in Valenciana (and isn't the view spectacular, by the way?), you can hear the boom boom boom of the heavy bass of the music, plentiful gritos and other sounds of festivity in the valley below. And at irregular intervals, there are fireworks on this full moon night.

And of course, this Saturday night is special; it’s the last Saturday before school starts. It seems every event in life is celebrated in Guanajuato. It’s a rejoicing of life, another day conquered, And, still, we’re here to live it to its fullest.

Life here is a celebration, or at the very least, an excuse for celebration.