Easter Sunday

We got out of our heads. We ran every morning around the canal banks where the tree blossoms have already burst and dropped on the ground to look like cheap confetti. We bought a new video game and took turns smashing things on the screen.

On Saturday, we watched The Passion of the Christ, which made me realise how much strange specificity is in the Bible story. The arrested Christ getting bounced around three different legal authorities to see who was going to deal with him feels too mundane to be false.

There were invitations that we avoided: come to the circus, come to the club. The circus is taking place at the club, which is circus-themed.

Next weekend there is a wedding that is essential to attend but that I can’t imagine being at. How do you pack for a British wedding and for Oaxaca in the same suitcase?