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| The Posada is an annual tradition in the main plaza each Christmas eve. It commemorates Mary and Joseph's search for an inn so Mary could give birth. Many children dress in their honor and there are plenty of angels, too. |
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| The Oaxacans never tire of the false mustache and beard look as evidenced by this Rasta Man Joseph. |
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| Nor is there any event without fireworks! |
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| One of the many angels, this one riding on a float. |
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| The youngest Mary. |
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| Of course there were plenty of traditional dancers and loud exciting bands. Usually the dancers carry baskets of live flowers on their heads, this was the first time I've seen the baskets with lighted candles inside cellophane shapes. |
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| A young shepherd |
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| One of the bands and a gigante on their way home after a few hours of parading. |
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| Another of the many gigantes entertains the crowds |
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| The Three Kings came on horseback |
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| Three Gringas were there as well. |
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| Julie tossing a confetti filled egg, another tradition. |
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| A great time was had by all! |
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| Christmas dinner the next day on our patio with friends. |
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| Alan and I send you our love and best wishes for a healthy and happy 2013! |
