Santanera Neighborhood at Xcaret

Tourism and music to the handsome rhythm of the Life and Death Traditions Festival. Question: At Xcaret, who doesn’t already know a magnificent dancer? That one who is always very well dressed that looks like a mannequin.

In these first days of the ceremonious month of November, with the shadow of storm Lisa on one side, the best park in the world, according to the Global Association for the Industry of Attractions (IAAPA, for its acronym in English), resumed its gala concerts after two years of pause forced by the pandemic.

The organizers bet on the La Vecindad Santanera show as the best way to celebrate life by honoring death.

On the stage of Great Tlachco of Xcareton the night of the first of November and in little more than two hours, that fusion of rhythms (danzón, ska, guaguancó, merengue…) that make the body move, with everything and that it is the first time that someone listens in I live those bands or groups or ensembles that their parents, uncles or grandparents listened to before.

Roco Pachukoteone of the key pieces of the damn neighborhoodBetween jumping and singing, he was grateful for being present in a magical place, ancient: the Mayan territory. And in a natural park that these days receives some 15,000 people every 24 hours, for being its best season of the year.

“We are alive, we are healthy, we are together,” said the so-called spiritual artivist, before making choruses again in that piece that he suggests: to dance the singsong girls, to sing the singsong boys.

Before they sounded Bomboro quiña-quiña y Dog’s leg. Then that thing that is past-past and that everything was left in yesterday, El mute, Mr. Words, Solin, Yolanda (when a girl said to her companion: my aunt, the oldest, likes that one).

On the stage of Great Tlachco A couple of hours before, the great show of Mexican culture that attracts so many national and international tourists was presented.

There, the great history of our country is shared with hundreds of artists who work with enviable precision and production.

Later, in the same space there were other handsome artists, but with the same enthusiasm. On the floor are some candles and hundreds of cempasuchil flowers. Honor and thanks. Light to get to Mictlan and music to remember.

Outside, rivers of visitors gladly made up for the occasion. Calacas and coconuts. Catrinas. Everyone also enjoying guest status: Tlaxcala.

Inside was the joy. When the orangutan song sounded, a damn Santanera sound was heard that stays in the heart: those three trumpets and a saxophone came together powerfully.

At some point, a perfume of gardenias mixed with incense was perceived. The Mayan night of the day of the dead continued with the same rhythm as the recovery of the tourism sector and of life itself.

Xcaret now has a new story to tell and visitors an experience to share.

By the way, the magnificent dancer is known as Panchito. Peace, dance and tourism be.