Lucha Libre: The Art of The Mexican Smack Down

When me and Sona left for our Mexican cooking honeymoon in Puebla, I had no idea it would be quite so much fun. While I would have been perfectly content with cooking mole, roaming through the colorful streets of Puebla, eating spicy corn, and drinking horchata, Sona decided to amp it up.

We were wandering through a tiny little side-street and picked up a flier with the names of random luchadors. I knew this word because I’d just watched Nacho Libre—starring Jack Black—last month, and considered myself an expert on all things lucha-related.

We couldn’t tell what area it was in or how much the tickets were, so I put it out of my thoughts. A few days later, Sona pulls out the flier while we’re at the cooking school and Roan, one of the chefs, tells us he’ll come with us!

And it was awesome. We joined in swearing in Spanish at some of them. I got pretty close to the ring, which was splattered with blood, and I quickly got the hell out of the way when a wrestler got flung out of the ring.

Navdeep

I was born in England and raised all over the world, but I'm a Punjabi boy at heart. Give me a bread pakora and a mango lassi and we'll be friends for life. I teach creative writing in New York City and blog about race/representation, travel, lit life, and being a Papa at NavdeepSinghDhillon.com. I am a regular parenting blogger for Mom.me, and have written for many print and online publications. In my spare time, I Papa and I husband. Follow my tweets @navdeep_dhillon and @ishqinabackpack.

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