I have had strange days in my life, but today beats them all. When we decided to move to Mexico, we had planned some trips within the country. Mexico City was one of those trips. For my daughters birthday we were going to do the same thing we did for our third child, swim party at the local pool. She read an article about this creepy island covered in broken dolls, and wanted to visit that place instead. So we figured we can go to Mexico City and devote one of the days to that, the port we start at is a 30 minute drive from our hotel.
While eating breakfast, we took turns watching videos about this island of dolls, otherwise called La Isla de las muñecas.
Many years ago, a man discovered a little girl drowned in the water near a remote island. This man was forever changed by this discovery and decided to devote his life to this little girl, the man started bringing dolls to the exact spot he found her. Many years went by and the man kept bringing dolls to this island, he was compelled to do this because he felt the little girl was in torment if he didn’t bring the dolls. This went on for a few decades until the man died. The internet claims that the man died in the exact spot the little girl did, that is false. The caretaker in the place said he died in his bed.
We got to the port and told one of the boat drivers that it was our daughters birthday and hat she wanted to go see the dolls. They brought us to the boat that said “Feliz Cumpleaños”. It was really adorable, she was so excited.
The trip down the river was very tranquil. It takes nearly 2 hours to float down the river to get to this place. We stopped once to go to an “aquarium”. Eventually after many twists and turns, we end up at the island. We stayed there for an hour. The caretaker gave us a tour and told us he made a point that when he took over caring for the island, not to remember where the dolls were because the previous care taker claimed that they moved. He also said he never saw it with his own eyes, but he said the night time had a weird feel to it. As soon as I stepped for on this island it felt as though I walked into a room that was stuffed with people, I can’t describe the feeling more than that. See the below photos and try not to have nightmares tonight. 😀
It’s hard to explain what happened when we left the island. As we were floating in our small covered boat along a narrow channel, we were floating by a large garden with enormous tarps covering some plants. Out of nowhere we heard a loud roar and saw a very large dirt devil tear the tarps off of the ground. The dirt devil then moved across the river and directly over our boat, and then moved to the next shore and dissipated. The boat driver said he’d never seen one of those do that. I’m still a little creeped out by that.
After we got back to Mexico City, we drove to Little Caesars to get pizza for the kids. Then we ended the night going to see Lucha Libre, Mexican Professional Wrestling. I can’t describe how incredibly bananas luche libra was. It’s hard to describe the insanity of it all. The wrestlers would come out either in a mask or out of it. They would fight three rounds, so if someone was pinned, they didn’t win unless they pinned them again. To keep the suspense going, every match went to three rounds. The kids weren’t too thrilled with it all, they enjoyed the food though. The food sold there is far different then in the states, they sold typical Mexican food dishes, and for some reason cup of noodles, the vendors would have a huge tray of premise cup of noodles. The highlight of the night was when either a small child or a little person came out with a bunch of other wrestlers, dressed as a dinosaur. He ended up performing the finishing move for the final round of the bout. It was glorious.
The event went until 11pm, over four hours past when we put the kids down. It just seemed all worth it when I witnessed the what is shown in the next two photos.
Our Family Adventure 