Joining the feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe on December 12th in Mexico City — standing before the miraculous tilma at the Basilica of Guadalupe, climbing Tepeyac Hill at dawn, and visiting the sites of Juan Diego's apparitions.
Arriving at the Basilica before dawn on December 12th, surrounded by millions of pilgrims — mariachi bands, indigenous dancers in full regalia, families who had walked for days — is one of the most overwhelming experiences of my life. Standing before the tilma, the image that should not exist, you run out of explanations. It asks something of you.