
Saturday afternoon we began our journey to
Olvera Street from Santa Ana Station to Los Angeles' Union Station via
Metrolink. This was the first time we decided to use public transport to venture into LA. The ride was relaxing, much more enjoyable than driving (although we were delayed 30 minutes because of another train). The biggest problem is the lack of service, there are only four trains going to Union Station from Orange County, every four hours. How I wish our transportation system was much more
convenient.Union Station is a beautiful example of 1930s Los Angeles. It was one of the last great train stations built before cars and planes ended a long lasting era that brought millions of people to settle California. The interior is beautiful; it transports you to another time. I'm sure many people arrive and depart at the station without taking a second look at the history and architecture that are around every corner. Both Jamie and Dave were pretty impressed with it.
Olvera Street is right across the street from the Station and is one of the oldest streets in LA. It includes the oldest adobe house in the city, built in 1818. It's a small street filled with Mexican merchants and restaurants.
Dia De Los
Muertos (Day of the Dead) is one of Mexico's traditional holidays reuniting and honoring beloved ancestors, family and friends. This celebration dates back more than 3,000 years. Life was seen as a dream and it was believed that only in dying could a human being truly awake. It's an important time to keep good relations with the dead, to come to terms with mortality, and to honor beloved ones which have gone before us. The tradition is filled with the skeleton motif, mainly to remind and emphasize that both rich and poor, king and peasant, will all end up the same way in the end, just bones. The
procession was the best part of the evening...


I've enjoyed learning about Aztec culture and tradition. Luckily, through school we read some of the works from classic Aztec poets translated from their language, Nahuatl:
I comprehend the secret, the hidden:
O my lords!
Thus we are,
We are mortal,
humans through and through,
we all will have to go away,
we all will have to die on earth...
Like a painting
we will be erased.
Like a flower,
we will dry up
here on earth.
Like plumed vestments of the precious bird,
that precious bird with the agile neck,
we will come to an end...
Think on this, o lords,
eagles and tigers,
though you be of jade,
though you be of gold,
You also will go there,
to the place of the fleshless.
We will have to disappear,
no one can remain.
Poet: Nezahualcoyotl of Texcoco; Fifteen Poets of the Aztec World by Miguel Leon-Portilla.
The drums and dancing were amazing, so much energy and passion. We made it back to the train station on time for the last train. We'd definitely take the train again and will be returning next year.
Lastly, Halloween was a lot of fun. We started off the evening carving pumpkins. The kids began coming around 6 pm and we were out of candy by 8:15 pm. We then turned out all the lights and quietly watched
TV in the dark, hoping no tricks would be played on us.

