Aw Hell Nah
So there I was perusing my Facebook feed when one of my favorite pages to follow, ¡Orale! New Mexico posted this:
For reference: La Llorona
My first thought was “this HAS to be a joke! I must remand myself to the Google for confirmation!”
Turns out it is no joke, it’s a real park in Las Cruces.
Yes, La Llorona, a scary story told in my childhood. A Mexican fable intended to keep kids away from arroyos and rivers. My sadistic grade school teachers would shut off the lights in the classroom and whisper to us the story of the woman who had drowned her own child and wandered near waterways intent on stealing and drowning little kids.
Real educational stuff!
Mention La Llorona and Hispanic kids everywhere will shudder. Some will cross themselves. A few will weep.
What the hell Las Cruces? So you think it’s fun to scare the bat crap out of every child and most adults? Who are you Las Cruces? I don’t even know you anymore!
And for the record, I will NOT be visiting any park named for La Llorona. I won’t drink a La Llorona margarita. And no wailing woman milk.
Just. No. Especially this time of year. La Llorona likes the cold and damp of Autumn. Gah!
Oh Fair New Mexico, how I love and am confused by you so.
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