143. The Cathedrals of Puebla

Amy: Mass bells again!
Me: There’s always a mass.
Amy: You can’t swing a stick in this town without hitting a mass!
Me: I wonder what that would look like, hitting a mass.
The churches in Puebla come in every shape and size, all of them Catholic, the grandest of them being featured prominently on Mexico’s 500 Peso note and the smallest of them looking a lot like some living rooms I’ve seen in the Bronx. All of them have graphic, bloody crucifix scenes staged inside. Many of them have nuns walking around. None of them have mass in English, but we faked our way through a couple just for giggles, Amy doing most of the giggling at me because I am so awkwardly un-Catholic. Still, all of them were worth a look but we only made it into maybe ten. That has to count for something, right? I’m talking to you, Jesus.









Most of them have a Jesus in a glass coffin. It’s odd. But, hey, if you don’t agree, they may treat you like the Spaniards treated them!
Amy has a hilarious fear of those Jesus In A Glass Coffin displays. Every time we approach one, she’ll grab my arm and say something like, “I swear to God, if that thing moves I’m gonna lose my mind!”
You should see the one at the big church in Valladolid. He’s got a boner.