Lucha Libre


A couple random days in Mexico City.

We already had plans to go to the Lucha Libre (wrestling) match that night, so when we went to the park in the afternoon and spotted a autograph signing going on at a wrestler owned torta restaurant, how could we resist?

Before we went to see this we had to sit the kids down for a little chat about the violence they were about to witness. They’ve never actually seen wrestling so they had assumed it was the real deal.

For some unknown reason they do not allow cameras into the stadium. Phones are okay, though. A policy which may have made some kind of sense in 1995, but may have outlived its usefulness now. Since we don’t have a phone it took a little criminal activity to get a camera in. Which we then used to take a bunch of blurry pictures while trying not to let security see us.

Front row seats for about ten bucks. Even better, there are runners who go off and get you beer, popcorn, ice cream, and pizza, for just a few bucks tip at the end of the night when you settle up your bill for everything all at once.

Wrestling is not something we’d be even remotely interested in seeing in the States, but in Mexico, Lucha Libre is a way of life.

Pretty intense for a five-year-old. But man, we were all laughing ourselves silly half the time.

On our way out I finally said screw it, and pulled the camera out for an overall shot without hiding it. Within five seconds a burly guy was in my face. I got the feeling that if I weren’t a gringo playing ignorant, I may have lost my camera.

Mística and Sin Cara, leaving the ring.

The inevitable outcome of bringing your kids to a wrestling match.

Churros—another Mexican way of life.

Gotta love going to the Post Office. Reminds me so much of the post office in my suburban Minnesota hometown.


9 Comments on “Lucha Libre”

  1. Amazing. I was just talking about Organ Grinders today and here you are with a pic of one. No monkey collecting tips?

    1. Haha, no monkey, but they do always work in pairs. One does the grinding while the other sticks a hat in every passerbys path. It is nice in Centro Historico, though, how you are almost never out of earshot of one of them.

  2. Great pictures, I love that post office with all the ironwork. Lucha Libre, my son and I do it every night. I am the green hulk and he is spider man! He doesn’t really realize how strong he is! I wrestled in high school and was kidded a lot about being a Friday night wrestler. But, in reality, I reserved Friday’s for couch wrestling with my girlfriend :). How do you calm the kids down after a night like that?

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