I had not gone out since I came back from Puerto Ordaz (Tuesday). I caught a cold and the weather in Caracas (the whole country actually) has been quite unpredictable (sudden rains). Today, @manujune had a commitment to accompany her church's choir in an annual event they have been participating for the last four years, so we joined her.
We left at about 12:30 pm. The show would start at 1. We waited for a bus that never passed and ended up walking all the way up La Pastora/Puerta Caracas.
I had not noticed this church here. I met many mormons in college and still have contact with some of them. I sent the pictures to one of my College friends, who lives now in Chile. It was a good excuse to just catch on.
The road was steep, like most places in Caracas.
We tried to go slow, but time was flying. We asked every other block and there was this guys who made us laugh when we asked how far we were from the place. "Keep going up and when you lose your breath, you'll be half way!"
There were some pretty façades...
And some not so pretty. This barrio, like so many others, struggle to survives and preserve their colonial charm.
We arrived just on time for @manujune to rehearse with her group.
This place was huge inside. A complex of buildings with all kinds of facilities and services for the community.
Everything looked clean and neat inside. There was even a little store offering coffee, snacks and religious souvenirs.
We were pretty early for our time standard. The musicians were still getting up their equipments on stage.
Finally, the show started about 30 minutes late and I felt like I was in one of those religious summer camps.
To make time for the performers, the hosts made us dance and sing too 🤣.
@manujune's choir performed first. They sang four pieces that are part of the regular Catholic mass.
The second group was a totally change of style. Very young girls singing, two boys playing guitar and music box, modern times for a younger generation. It was really cool.
We did not stay for the rest of the groups. It was almost 3 pm and we had not had lunch yet.
We took a bus back home, stopped at the bakery store for bread and were thankful for a good different day, without rain.
