Lunch and Easter Mass

We scurried (as fast as we could full of sweet drinks) up to our room and got changed for the afternoon's events.  I had had "my" event with the ballet.  It was now time to do Ashley's thing with the soccer game.  We had ordered tickets on ticketmaster, so they were waiting for us at will call.  The website had 4pm as the start time, so we planned on leaving the hotel (or the historic district, wherever we happened to be) around 3.  I wasn't sure just how far the stadium was, but it wasn't on any map or in any book.  Awesome.  My guess was about 30 minutes.  (You can tell how many sporting events I go to when I forget to factor in the 20 minutes of traffic around the site.)

Our first priority, however, was lunch.  We had seen a yummy looking chicken place on Saturday before we splurged on our big meal, so we decided to give it a shot.  

It was not what we had expected because we ordered a half of a chicken and that's what we got.  Plus tortillas.  We were expecting some salsa, or cheese, or something.  Don't get me wrong, the chicken was DELISH.  It was just lonely.

Since we were so close to the Zócalo, we decided to do some site seeing.  I think the above picture is the memorial to Juárez?  Benito Juárez was a five time president in Mexico and was well liked even though he had no military background and even though he was an Amerindian.  There are Benito Juárez schools and streets I would venture to say in all Mexican cities.
We also passed by our beloved Bellas Artes again.  I just love this building and cannot wait to come back and see the dancing here!  
We continued to the Zócalo, and decided to pop into the cathedral for an Easter mass.  Our goal wasn't actually mass (though Ashley had considered it had we not had our dance tickets), but rather to see the inside.  It had been closed on Saturday night by the time we finished eating.

We actually got there in time to see the last fifteen minutes of their five hour Easter service.  This building was very European looking, which would make sense since it was "New Spain" that brought Christianity to Mexico.  We saw a precious little 2-3 year old in his grandfather's arms.  Every time the church would repeat "Amen," he would repeat them.  It was really cute.
As we made our way back to the hotel, I realized that it was already 3 and we were only beginning to walk that way.  We got to the hotel to drop some stuff off (I don't remember what we bought, but we didn't want that or my big camera for the game) and grab a taxi.  We got to the hotel at 3:30.  Yikes!  We ran upstairs, shuffled some things around, and went running back downstairs and outside to hail our taxi.