When the Circus comes to town, you gotta go.

On Saturday, a couple of trucks pulled into our neighborhood, right next to our church compound. On Sunday evening, they blared out of their speakers that they were ready, and would be putting on their show at 8:45pm (which of course, means at least 9:15pm in Mexico). So Erin and I asked the Pachecos if we should go, and they said they didn't know but we should tell them how it is.

So we walked over to it. Some guys had parked their horses in front and most other people walked. We payed our $4 and got our 5 pesos in return and we sat. We saw some kids we knew from the church and didn't know too many other people.

Soon the show started. It consisted of a guy who was funny and attempted slapstick comedy and the hypnotist, a young boy and a young girl.

All in all, we were not too happy. The one guy was funny and the people seemed to laugh, but the young kids were not funny and the little girl did a dance that just seemed wrong. The hypnotist finally came on and no one was willing to volunteer. They ended with a crossdressing dance/lip sync and we then were able to leave. No lions, no bearded ladies, no trapeze acts=no good. I am glad we went, but not for the entertainment value, just for the experience of seeing how people try to make a living moving town to town.