I’m not a religious person, so relics of an ecclesiastical past don’t always resonate with me. But there’s something to be said of awe, a universal human experience that studies show stays with you over time and can even change a person permanently. Cue this beauty. In the middle of a bustling downtown is the Basilica de la Inmaculada Concepcion Cathedral, a stunning homage to the power of faith. Also tolerance – our driver, Chuy (we’re obsessed – more on him later), informs us that it was a group of prominent Jews in Mazatlán who helped fund this building. Their only condition: a star of David on the exterior of the church. If that isn’t a lesson we should heed in 2017.
The interior is likewise immaculate, an architectural feat you can spend hours examining. Outside, downtown Mazatlán teems with activity, but on this side of the threshold a serenity envelops you. The pews are dotted with people praying, candles flicker along the back wall, and the pristine details speak of a community deeply invested in their faith. I wasn’t anticipating feeling any type of way about a church. I was wrong.